Van Gogh's Ghost is Cerulean Blue / Adamantine Ballerinas of Thought

inviolable surrender into the curlicued chasm of unquiet elms,

when the tree bends it's witnesses 

around the garden in furies of curious rumours,

eye twitched like a ribbon snake

in the last phantasm of the Map, where the skeleton

contains an asylum 

of white blood cells on their way to some 

carnivores ballet,

the African savannah like the Academy Awards

where even the Angels

are incognito, adamantine ballerinas of the 

rhinoceros and the catatonia of the blue grass,

a violin sits waiting 

for Picasso, whose name contains a thousand constellations

in reverse chronological order,

time 

descending a stairwell 

the way Van Gogh's ghost lifted into the sky

in cerulean blue,

the sunflowers woke in the middle of the night 

Reviews

[bishmas]

Can't stop saying that first line over and over. Brilliant.

[Hawkmoon]

thanks for reading & responding! Dylan is like Rembrandt, one of the Masters of our Time, have you heard the song "brownsville girl" ... & have you read Tom Robbins

[bishmas]

Heard that song yeah, I don't rate his later stuff as highly as 62-66 (what a 4 years). No...where should I start?

[Hawkmoon]

Another Roadside Attraction, probably. Or Skinny Legs and All, or Jitterbug Perfume. He's like a Dylan that never played the guitar but just kept writing without a band anyway hahaha Jokerman is a Singular work of poetry