Quantum surreal writing by richard lynn livesay

Marching in hierarchal robes, cleaned in the dead catacombs

Sewed in

Opportunity that obliterates so sweetly in our half hour of impunity

Organically grown in hypocritical piousity gardens

Washed clean in holy waters filled with guilty warden's

 weeds

Rinsing overtly to fingerprint the political processions (and)

Cry upon the bloody walls of rotting soldier’s swords as

Trumpets sound and

Michael delivers a guilty plea then rides off with alarm (to)

Stargates in the Pleiades and venues of Venus’s charm

but overtly 

She cries in season’s crowds occupying Wall Street’s dirt  

As mortal sandbags stationed in the halls of justice split

Entering pits

And yet foreclosed with frowns upon the cracked pigmentation

Calling for new consequences for death’s dogged depravation

 singing low

But the circus clowns still throw laughter at the audience

And the trapeze swings high above like a sweet guillotine

meanwhile

Searching for candid apples made from the head of the lion

I revealed in headings and breaking stories the truthful lyin’

I count from one to three and abc and still the CIA, FBI, DOD and FEMA

Hound my dog, flip my fleas and tie my tongue in unbelief and madness

Spying on my pillow, eating my liverwurst and cracking my teeth

So I have entered the Sanctuary of the Dying Coral Reef of belief

Forgive my indigestion and lack of true confession to sin-a-cism

For there may be a way to live in an icicle cave away, oh far away

Deliver me from frogs and provide me water that I may brush my teeth

Eat my flax seed and revive the institutions unto you I bequeath

Rankes solom quatra

Trancus beetim quoes

Darius un sanctum…et al