i seem to recall........
where the colors
have faded from what they use to be
purple foxes with
green berets
Tobacco smoke
the only heart of an artichoke
and the blood of
a homeless
kid
taped glasses
sitting in a room
with no window
or with my paper tongue
cutting my gums
or
clarity on top of a white plain
on top of a hill on a white plain
backing of boats
on lakes full of drowned religious men
the breath of the morning
with a repeating backdrop
of vintage chinese restaurants
while i sit there
disconnected
from the wrinkles of curtains
the tribes of indians
found there definition
as they fought
like there ancestors
with line clashing
and detailed surrealist violence,
gave birth
it gave birth to the great white shark
who gave birth to another shark
in which the sharks proceeded to devour each other
with each shark bigger then the last
in a never ending animation
in the background dishes were being washed
but in the foreground
what was being watched?
the smell of blood and alcohol
Delirium
late night grocery shopping,
the questions that were raised
could never be answered
the fear of
the descent into the darkness
on the far side of our moon
late night car travels
so much pot smoke
so many beer bottles
but the laughs were more
and the tears were less
the eyes of cats
erupting from the center
watching the wind pick up dust
from on top of a frozen lake
cigarette holes
in everything i own
with no residence to call my own
i wander at night
under the fluorescent grey street lights
with my eyes bigger than my mind
and
constant
confusion pumping through my veins
there lives
many insurgents in my tropical mind,
a place where i wake up
above
the world
below
myself
inbetween
walls of discontent
wrapped in plastic
tied with
a ribbon
of satisfaction
with a collage of plastic memories
with the furthest being
the farthest away from reality
when we go to sleep
we will have such strange dreams,
all i can do is grow old
and set goals
for where i want
my ship to sail
but underneath it all
underneath the sea
i have opened my shell
i have no pearl
but that wasn't the real treasure anyway
i remeber
electronic crickets
how it's been 9:30 for the past 2 hours,
silence and foreshadowing
golden noises
steel rods
glass breaking
flaming passions with one eye
never ending circles of cannibalism
inbetween which event was my depature?
or where was my arrival as i sat
in the back seat
killing myself,
my lungs black
mouth dry
drifting in and out of consciousness
unaware of social board games
im not radical
im real
everyday
we took acid
and stared at the ceiling
sometimes we said alot
sometimes not one thing was mentioned
everyday
we took acid
and smoked cigarettes
and stared at the patterns on the walls
one day
i took acid
and i sat there
with my mouth
hanging open
