A Poem by Michael Snyder

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Peri Banou’s One Thousand and One Neuschwanstein Apts.
or Making Love in a Rowboat on a Bavarian Lake;
Collage Poem #4267

by Michael Snyder

Arthur recruited Lancelot cause he rhymed with Camelot.
The novelty broke bread with 47 Ronin double-negative
ghostriders sussing penance from paradise in this uniphonic
ejaculation of imagination to farthest nether region’s juicy galas.
“Wanna be buried in space? Now’s your chance!” blasts the stereo.
..We caught mono from the monotone learning lifespeak
in translations of Murakami books and bitching
about brightness to the sun.
Vinyl Siding with romanticism is romanticide..
–the live dog nuzzles the dead one.
A steel girder girdle girl riled my flamage.
friend heroine muse lover
If God can be a woman, so can the Devil.
Looking for the massage château in Hieronymous Bosch’s
‘Garden of Earthly Delights’, we run smack dab
thru a taqueria hellscape cornfeeding observatory starlets.
*Before we get too far into the poem, it might benefit the reader
to google ‘tangential’, ‘heuristic’, and ‘random absolute’.

Armoured daffodils breathe easy like revival smiles
and 18 wheelers with “I brake for bunnies” bumper stickers.
He was born on a Boeing 747–talk about your plane of existence.
I’ve had my blinker on for a 200 mile stretch in this nighttime desert;
Norwegian Valhallogens beam light year’s jeers onto this 20 dollar
ritual suicide knife path of fondant twerk coffee haus creamer.
–Shoulda known dressing as a No-Dachi Warlord in a Jap steakhouse
would bring down the wrath of Hello Kitty and Chococat!
(btw, Poets are mostly good for in-breeding and in-fighting).
i slave away to ’36 Views of a Dual Domed Nuclear Reactor’
caught on Fuji film thinking ‘what can make us sink?’
and ‘what will tow us from the brink?’..
Sometimes, though, it’s as if i’ve left myself in the lobby.
Meanwhile Mad King Ludwig trips over the snare drum of his
own beatnik. But beyond the washed up shore, mermaids serenade
on mother of pearl strats sending sunrise frisson into the crook
of our universal niche.

*Don’t worry hipsters, 2 thou of these 2 thou and 1 hits are mine…

Michael Snyder is a truck driver, poet warrior, cat lover, and cheesecake eater. He is a regular contributor to the daily poetry site Haggard and Halloo Publications.

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