Thursday, April 19, 2012

Tour de Fun: A Poem Parade


Chariots follow with majestic transgender anarchist riders for fun and rebellion mocking greed with self indulgent shared hope and equality.

Conjuring systematic love affairs with long legged men and women of fire eyed beauties lifting strangers to monuments of freedom amid morality's butterfly winking ocean.

Coughing snakes hiccup with microphones in their chests belting out hymnals as loving distress signals catching up to the blind tourniquet of community and wisdom.

While the nightly naked dive into colorful tornadoes as wondering pariahs smoke openly in lucid hallucinogenic dens near spiraling color wheels on farms.

And pink haired angels fornicate on moving hammocks, plummeting towards mosaics, yelling blasphemies on circular boxes making hats with handlebar lust.

Chasing ridiculed hipsters now called visionaries then ridiculed for being visionaries, who play the role of visionary with altruistic propaganda and intellectual comedy.

Lavishly dressed in poverty and poetry and celebrating matriarchal sex appeal, carelessly breaking hearts and livers and eye lashes while riding in chatters toward the musical gates of monasteries.

Courageous saints in tour insignia, and neon lines declare strength and wisdom with a thousand eyes following the example of Walker, year one and year two.

With the knowledge rambling lunatics harvested by idealistic university drug parades swim with small faced angels in bungalow houses while whistling past heaven and into space.

And pink tipped demonic angel queens will trick or treat with hypnotic lustful smiles sucking the glow of spangled nights and sharing with everyone.

Inviting addicts to women and crowds who have escaped from asylums to prey on the squandering possibilities for a lay.

Transfixed on the musical sweet lustful cult music listened to by beautiful people in midnight street cars parked and bathing in moonlights.

Knowing lunatic professors spin past hallucinogenic thought experiments in the parking lot university too shy or lost or smart or scared to join the parade.

And Students from drunken Friday nights spend yarns weaving past their bearded freedom connecting metallic Gothic insects to fences without lock or chain

Skate boarding pranksters tailing off to play on stairs and  pranksters jolly bird callers surfing the flat rock grind the concrete river that attempts to over take there future with passing cars.

Children watch the parade and see life outside their parents and scream with delight  .
 
Shared faith, safety, and freedom believing in the youth contemplative yet sporadic collective pursuit of happiness through creative works and closely watched calamity. 

Sending fire breathing officers off to patrol the banks of corporate cemeteries, and land fills and to arrive again as friends on bicycles or food carts

 Thank you to the founders of fun, the stupid ridiculous colorful celebrities of freedom, hope, faith, mischievous, puckishness, pranks, drugless, heavenly, inclusive, maniacs, lunatics, and faithful participants in the Tour de Fun