rip all my hairs out hoping they access a brain cell to help me wipe my memory like a shaun white, snow tidal wipeout

strand by strand hoping to find a destresser to pull the plug of my brain's photobooks

you catalyze my grief and a cobweb nostalgia
silk an admired commodity yet **** out by a creature who has it handed to it at aggregated birth

stuck in this mess
but i have my fist clenched around a web which is as adhesive as a 48 hour hardened glue

glued to you but i'm acetone fused and it's only a serum's distance to an isle of distant cries , haunting melodies of  f# major vocal hymns and

a sand filled paradise where wild life flies and quick sand awaits to offer a gorgeous, satin, embodiment of warmth.

yours deceivingly..

that good old horrendous feeling

*****
***** x2
***** x3
******

i slither down you gorge guided crevice
the walls ache
stalactites clash into still river trickled streams
sunken treasures deep in your bay
gold for generations to ***

love carved and grazed
needled and etched
plastered and secured
through a fine cross section of a wormhole altered looking glass
beads pour down this sculpture as water droplets do on 10 minutes past showered jasmine petals
nourishing
time stretched
wave warped
a benevolent hosting guardian
as water drips i have showered the land through these hosting lenses
and your mineral shaped circulating spectacle
a heart stone awaiting nourishment down to its
water grasping core

i like to sing lalalalalala
hopping through meadows lalalalala
me and my lift off ready propeller hat, suspended denim, wheat grazed overalls and that lollipop ...oh that lollipop that beacons ....how the **** this kid get a lollipop as big as his head.....oh **** he got a lollipop as big as soviet russia.....you think he'd be lifting barbells to carry a lollipop that big...yoooo arnold..... mr universe step aside we got mr ***** ****** cavity to be over here...

ahhh such a warm vignette of a sight captured on my negative stained film reel.

those ******* golden, luminous, norma jean hue

all altered piece by piece composition due to video editing after effects

the raw footage...oh the unfiltered, unsteady, dim lit, yet sharp as a boyonette ready to taste invasive fibers raw footage

me watching the world pass by as i drive my car off that unmarked, unused bridge exit, just knowing my car isn't going to assemble into a submarine...

did i mention there was light jazz playing to compliment the cool gravity propelled breeze....if only my propeller hat was worn...but it was a fedora kind of day :/

it's been a while
i feel like the mildly growing mold over grout between the old ceramic tiles
Slowly
sLowly
slOwly
sloWly
slowLy
slowlY
slowly all the molecules compile forming molecular sieves
established in a matrix as complex as keanu reeves
the grief, placed by the thief, who longed relief, while he took all his treasures from that broken down coffee shop and placed them by the reef,
what they didn't know was in the basement lied a fortune that was a generations worth of priceless treasures
and i sat and watched from the shore line
no reports
no incident claims
no shedded spotlights
i merely out grew the incident from my memory,
as mold out grew grout between a forgotten coffee shops fermenting ceramic tiles

ceremony spiraled down into a coniferous cone like - gesture

raise your glass make a toast

deliver the speech our ears have been yearning to gracefully hear

your words, oh your soothing, pain dissolving words

they solved every problem we ever encountered in a lifetime...

for the moment being

----

the moment fades just like our memory of your  soul lifting elocution (speech)

but we do remember the smiles gathered and shared

for we all know --what's her name again...i only remember her face

said every person ever to hazily recall another

today i feel like putting a gun to my temple
colt .45 ravaged my cranium only so i don't have to go to temple
no more sins i need to have confessed
polished sleek glock; my prayer ejected through the chamber
PULL THE TRIGGER -- FUCKN PULL IT MAN!!
hold on, the last time i come to terms with contraband
am i filled with love,  joy, despair or anger?
all i need is my reverend spirit to unclothe its self
i no longer succumb to the falsity of needing to have impressed


cut the gesture man
you just be playing chicken
but when i quit playing
you'll hear me squawk
one shot you'll know i've been stricken
farmer Joe tell him this is his last wake-up call
and that bright light in the mornin bruh
we all know sunrises don't last for a split second  


POP! muuu fckkkaaa