Finding Calvin Pt. V - III - Le Bavarian's Petit Déjeuner - Honinged

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Le Bavarian's Petit Déjeuner - Honinged

C-Shape'd atop horsehoe’d embrasure

Peering the sprawling cirque and its cul-de-sac’d earth

A dense forestry of unknown keepsakers

Orchestrating amid halo's terminator 

As he pondered the play and its players

And his pacing at the tributatary’s birth

He thought of the shape-shifting laired

The schillerin’d haze and all that conferred

Thoughts concerning the under-takers

Came whilst peeing on their aperture 

A reversal of the ants layered

Would have suited the Dicken's character

"It is a far, far better thing that I become prepositioned; it is a far, far better thing that I slay than I become a victim"

“Mesbeschmutzer”

"Indeed..."

“Ding en sich”

Far below the Black Alder and Wych Elms

Nearer the sugar pined and pussy willows

Where squirrels were squirrely

And bees were bee’ing

And none would need rain to see a rainbow

And past the little dipplings dipping

And butterscotch undertones

And the reflecting honeyed ripplings

That glowed and glowed and glowed

There a knickpoint came rifting

That stole the tyne’s golden kissing

A reaving, a dewreathing

A dropoff of feelings bestowed

And just as subtle as it came giving

It was as subtle as it came thieving

Heeding birds from further singing

Scorching butterscotch’d with hottest stone

Following came Mie pigmenting

From golden arching to orange fermenting

Where Ivy leaves would lie upsetting

Usurpating came sultrier blows

Concording tributary’s pacing

Now ripplings copper’d with amblers nascing

And adders perhaps addledly racing

Waxing and weaving a league of their own

But suddenly a Vancean replacing

Double Dutched the last two adjacing

Slithering tergiversating

Cannibalizing on steepening stone

Funneling the riparian degradating

Upon'ing the croissant’d escarpened casings

The beginning a thinning for a painting

The framing for the current and presently stowed

The furthering found all ovulating

With lodgepoles varied but now ill-facing

In their thurshed throbbing and thalassomating

Ghost and Pondorosa’s excessively moaned

Past the unveiling of acoustic shadowing

And far above the ascending thrashing trees

A sea of orange swirl’d firmament’s canvassing

A sunset pallet scene from a Dutch master’s paint strokes

And in between the red sun sat flattering

Pancaking all tiers circumbering

With weightier prose for the battering

Pickling the above and pickling the below 

But on the ground a forested duality

One dense, one strewn magestrically

With the latter stone backdropped theatrically

Canvassing dapplings dancing under epigraphic’d lodgepoles

Centered in a buffer zone of settled casuistry

He was separated from the dappling fappery

The 100 yards of Cedar’d tapestry

Ascending the riparian bluff’s adumbrating shadows

As he weaved he purling’d emphatically

Oscillating the honeyed and orange labyrinthine’d

Suddenly a Pantheionian tragedy

Former containermates not knowing their host

20 yards separated each scavenging

With the last being the first papistree’d

As he disappeared within the gallaried

Betwixt the pined and turbid shadows

The next was whisked-away passionately

Throosh’d between-and-up aflikkelnly

Visually reminiscing a reversed-guillotine

By something not Humenly-known

The third was a seeded migrating

Perhaps a germination sown sublatedly

As he fell beyond the pallantree’d

Ascending unto the chasm below

Perhaps a Gaardian’d Cousteau

An infinite resignation from wandering hope

A logical persuasion

A summation from the shadows that grow’d

But Calvin was psychologically castrated

From the weighted and purple prose

Categorically void of constipation

And ill patience

He’d pace the Sol honed in his ram’s wool

So through the cloaked adjacent

He undulated

surpassing space and throbbing cones

And soon the colors faded

And too the syncopated

As the shadows waned under flattening grove

Though the aprophenic excitations

Were abated

The occultation

Was a looming foe

As the sun not as patient

Though still facing

Twas masticating

Its spekpannenkoek’d

Suddenly as if out of absence

She arrived on elevated pathing

A pig woman with a pig wagon

Hunched over in Scottish drabbing

But upon inspection

She was no mishkin

Bent as flower

A honey’d vision

And pie eyed

She sat a piston

With leering smile

And pie positioned

But beyond the layerings

Of liftings gifted

And margarined fingers

A cutler existed

On shalled sat

With two abysses

Inviting intent

Under shadowed missive

Eyelids flickering

Bifurcating

Peneus'ing

He hesitated

A Jacob-son

A suspicion gifted

Like a Jakobian

He created distance

....

I have to stop here to reassess and determine how I want to proceed with the rest of the material.  So far it's turned out well, but I never picture the technicality of the text, .just ideas of what I want to convey, which can metamorphizes with its technical concretization.  The image will resonate by the end of the next part, and the language used will resound!    

I did make an active effort to include Dickensian elements, but my overall style is more reminiscing of Vance.  

Progress in a nutshell:
- He assesses his path at the zenith
- He pees on an ant hill
- He traverses the rimmed descent
- He stays in the sunlit riparian zone at the base of the riparian bluff
- He witnesses slayings further up on the riparian's bluff
- He maintains his discipline to weave the tributary below
- He comes across a woman on a shadowed gravel path adjacent his riparian zone
- He flees

If there was anything that I sacrificed for the composition's ushering, it's been the conveyance of Calvin's clear intent to weave the tributary at all times for the purpose of visual contact with his destination--lest he get lost underneath the dark canopy....
And perhaps the clarity of the re-normalization of the atmospheric tinting, perhaps lost through my need for brevity...

Containermates refers to his fellow prisoners in Lite Assembly

Below is a general image of the landscape.  So the riparian bluff would ascend into the chasm that's hugging the mountain's base.  Calvin would be experiencing an Oz-like atmospheric change (scientifically based! I have the research to prove it [it could be supernatural, it could also be gas or atmospheric scattering.  Iron oxide has to be precluded for my protagonist to survive the change.  And the gases that could be responsible for the tinting could also contribute to his hallucinations--if that is what he's experiencing.  Trivia:  Can you name the three gases capable of causing the atmospheric tinting?])