am alliteration: sublingual tic-tacs of christ light love


god sub-lingually slipped me a transcendental tic-tac in my dreams -
-am alliterations-

hooded hipsters heralded golden cabs to heaven

saturated and soiled satin panties cling to chafed thighs with the blue birds songs of belief and buddha / lusty larks lemony loud as the curtains of dawn are drawn/ gods eye is open with the flagrant flaccidity of placidity from omnipotent serenity / tongue trips over golden globules of rain as the brain swoons the nymphs of necrophilia/ the mouth is but a cantonese delicacy swathed in the baby-back ribs of lambs / salt licks for dry lips in purgatory/pugnacious ramblings of a lost lamb-ling/ symphonic mellow harmonics play back black beats of emblazoned angel wings / golden grrls gather goose eggs between maiden legs and the soul is fertile/ verdant green of globalization riddles the innocent eyes with the persuasion of of a fat-back eating nation

sipping the rat-size rations of love from the golden glove and looking beyond and above to the ephemeral zen station of the stars/ blonde puppies swoon at the lemon wedge moon cascading on the velvet thighs of celestial disguise/ eyes wide and dreaming- subconscious streaming resplendent glitter of divine inspiration on rice-paper scrolls of redemption.

jodi scofield