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Kokopelli on America
Kokopelli on America
Kokopelli’s flute dawns on sundial scarabs
Who cling to blue corn husks
Deep in beetled discography
Of petaled birth rites
In grottos where frogs are citizens
Where hopscotch is made of butter
That melts into candy crucifixes
Kokopelli’s flute dawns on sundial scarabs
Who cling to blue corn husks
Deep in beetled discography
Of petaled birth rites
In grottos where frogs are citizens
Where hopscotch is made of butter
That melts into candy crucifixes
Published 15th May 2021
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15th May 2021 5:48am
15th May 2021 5:51am
I felt like I was dropping acid and sipping tea 🍵 at the Mad Hatter's table in Alice in Wonderland.... lol... yes!!! Surreal indeed... I LOVED it.
I've visited the Salvador Dali Museum probably 50 to 60 time since I've lived here... hahaha.... I feel like know how to connect with surrealism.
Well done John!
Perfection 👌🏻
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xo
I've visited the Salvador Dali Museum probably 50 to 60 time since I've lived here... hahaha.... I feel like know how to connect with surrealism.
Well done John!
Perfection 👌🏻
🌹 - 💙
xo
16th May 2021 6:00am
Love pleasing a true connoisseur of the surreal. Your reflections on the Dali museum are the perfect correlation with my Daliesque poem. And the dropping acid while sipping tea at the hatter's tea party is a perfect fit. Thank you my dear friend for putting my poem in a space-time dimension. Means the world to me.
Xo
John
Xo
John
