Thee i shall lead
down manhole covers covered in graffiti pentagrams
and incantations of yore
face of the deep we shall find many lost
and lonely souls refracting retractable incandescence
along grim hallways of the grimy gastric city byways
subterranean home to man, beast, waterfowl and endless rodents
and microscopic antiseptic piss particles filling our eyes, ears, noses and brains detracting exactly what we hold
freedom of belief in torrential invented storms of psychosomatia
breathe
respire by diffusion contracting and reenacting the black plague
from long forgotten an era.
End
Reinvention, rebirth, reincarnation, or what have you,
an ever expanding mind glows in the dim sum of a life abused
and as a precocial mammal leaving the nest
it vanishes into the grand labyrinth of sanitation out from the in and up through the glass ceiling unfazed now by the societal forget me knots
formerly used to tie down a rash and insatiable spirit
and finally one of those days emancipation finds you
land locked and despondent amidst an ocean of faces
cleansing your vision of the work loaded load of
bullshit you use to keep 'em off your back
a vicious cycle indeed this thing of money
a memory now and quickly fading
as you are phased through the spheres of ozone
they used to lie was dying
burning away in the great bowl in the sky
three texas teenagers robbed a grave of its skull for a marijuana bong
retention of convention broken you have been unshackled
moral compass now a hearth decoration
shimmers in the light from the burning biomass in your fireplace
the federal firehouse dogs worked tirelessly to extinguish
your anguish with fluoride and popular music charts encouraging
dumbassedness but the acid mind your thoughts swim in
could never be bothered by such comically senseless
diversions distributed through domineering drayage of dreck
designed to dilute you through basic rituals
your released essence begins to separate as
kaleidoscope eyes open drawing you lightyears from home
never to return but to reconvene with the brine of the swells and the
proverbial ever turning tides lapping the beaches
where great newly legged fish recite magic spell and
jack karouac's on the road again and again and again
until you are overcome
cometo
and an age has passed
now bare, fucking, naked creatures you behold
in a field intended to hold the water of a thousand rains
they cry out, grand spirituals
attract and distract your attention
until you have outlived your former self
the afore mentioned dons
a new guise of dawnal misery and aching
the cycle is reborn and all of the old wounds
once torn have been licked clean by a genius of theater
wholly committing to the character
pleasant is the face of a soul burdened
when the soul burdened is masked
by a make believe tumult of awkward instant mania
and the first animal monstrosity people may see
is the high rise corners of my mouth
dreadfully heavy things to hold but
I have been made to be strong by choice of associates
i have been made to long suffer the idiots I must interact with
i have been made to be hard by those I have loved
i have been made to decide to give in
i have been made to turn my mind off
and as i visually consume stupid things
I begin to feel a lightness not unlike living high above the ground
in the ground angel wing clouds but this is not happiness
its merely a diversion
this is escape
escape from thought
mindlessness!
I can hear you from the lives prior
shouting in stereo with former selves of mine
spurring me on as a show pony ready for the sad steeplechase
where bells ring in contention
sonically at war
unable to make harmony
between even two tone enculturations
into cultesque
hive mind
idiot synchronization
almost defeated by a randomly accessed memory vault
of all catalogued experiences
throughout living christendom
all of whom point to no deity other
than the never-ending all giving earth mother
I forget what happened
entwined with complex explanations of string theory
the multiple universes converge on the center spot
and turn inside out
realizing all fantasies and
damning space
time
and self control
You're a fucking moron!
