The spider webs in your eyes
catch more than the morning dew,
spitting the freshly peeled sunlight
down your giggling chin.
They swallow my words
like blender blades on overdrive,
slicing my tongue as you blink,
stuttering like typewriters
making love in the afternoon,
spilling restless letters on the floor.

I drown in those murky waters,
as ink bubbles splatter across my face,
pen scratches and nervous fingernails
squeezing my lungs like lemons,
to quench your thirst for silent screams,
carefully peeling back the layers of
your eyelids scrambling hopelessly
against the toothpicks dipped in liquid obsidian,
extracting the moldy memories that
infect the fresh folds of tissue,
dripping from the anticipation
of melted needles piercing your pupils,
baiting me to swallow your silvery hook,
diving deeper into your cluttered cavities,
dragging us further into your soul
than you are willing to go.

Six giggling hours,
Spill ideas all over the floor.
Time tiptoes backwards
As the lights wear rainbow halos,
Spinning you round until you are nauseous,
Dizzy, and confused.
Where the boring and mundane
Shed their cloths and ******* all night.
The paradox
Interrupts cluster headaches
And memories come to life.
Dead family members **** your forehead
Turning up the gas of your emotions.
Opening your pupils
So they can swallow the unseen.
Intense feelings of wonder,
Like needles of insight,
Unraveling what you thought was true
And buzzing frenetically
Around your body
Throughout your bloodstream
And into your brain.
Where philosophical thoughts and giddy daydreams
Tickle each other into submission,
Swimming through fear and spiritual understanding,
Like waves crashing relentlessly throughout your cells.
Dancing in the day-glo thundershowers
Giving life to the dead ground.
The walls come alive,
Stroking your face
Like a long lost mother you thought you had forgotten.