An Odyssey of Madness
Larissa Woodall
We go forth soundly, As fated for emeralds as we are for candlesticks. Perhaps we can construct our treasure chest out of wax
To the forest dripping with jewels.
To the metal thicket with thorns like jackfruit skin
To our mezzanine seats scraping the ceiling and begging for the soprano to stop.
We quest to find a discography of real Luv
Until your singed from the heat of the moon, until I’m snake charmed by chartreuse
Until we soar on wings of lotus and play the Banker in his two-hand steal
Barreling through the backwater of an Eastern cove
We scramble to Neptune’s rings
Crashing through surfaces of oneiric brine and matter of portals through loops and bullseyes
Until we bubble up from our parochial lagoon
Your thoughts echo mine
We ride on the whims of Descartes to our bronzed, arid hill of worms and snakes
You can’t stop the rain as it plows through our castle of sand As it becomes a final crescendo from the Prima Donna’s wind
Until we’re gazing at a stretch of mountain so empty, the mind can’t see.
You leave me to my own formidable devices.
our crusade becomes otiose and
The phantasm breaks and
