There was war
or riots everywhere
Fire and fumes in the sky
Shots, screams, helicopters

He shot my girl
in the bar, the spanish bloke
I noticed he was really nervous
beforehand
Silver revolver and
lines of blow
on the table beside him,
      Panic

Gangrene in my foot
The war goes on
We live and breathe chaos

Telephone mumbling
   the time is running out

The succulent universe withers
Weird flowers bloom
In strange atomic realms.
  Have you ever seen Starbuzz?
       Or touched any of
                               the Strings?
-don't take me too deep.
   Be careful. We're in the
    core of everything now

‌  ‌
Black petals.
I watch you fall
             down.

"I is the mountaine!
   I are the spirit of the Sierra"

Send him under.
End the horrible
years of
stone slumber

Now, the rain clouds
Weave
the thunder

He's a walking mayhem



   The nubes pass above
    Orange desert rocks

End the suffering
of our potato-head hero
Button eyes & witless smile
Earthworm's dim mind                  
                                          ­­        

Your multitude
is my one
Unique cloud      
Which I adore                                
   I get obsessed                
   with an idea of
    a single dime    
And when it's over
I drop, and fall down                      
                                      ­­                          

I miss these days.
Would play the game again
with the straying dog
off the leash.                                      
The clouds pass the moon              
Through may's nightair.

Today I witnessed
the root being pulled out
of quiet, dim earth
and thrown in the scorching sun.
It was hissing and squirming,
like lethally wounded, dying snake
Fragile life threatened
and escaping, in the scorching sun,
The fear of inevitable, real death
and the desperate will to live,
in the animal eye of slithering root

Somewhere in mind
I keep a memory,
a buried reminiscence
of smell of these objects

Soft paper & pink elixir
In september sunlight
    I pull it from the Deep
  Twist, deform & perform, present

|He wanted to get the people|
|that were responsible|
|for creating the keys|
––––––––––––––––––––––
                      The last thing I saw
                      Was the face of man
                      Crying, choking me to death
                     —————————————

         "In the evening, we're going to
               watch a movie. Everything
               will be fine."

Book,
              film,
                          mind
­
Coal sinks the sheet
     (to become memory)
Girl drifts thru smoke,
Rain in my dream-
                   -We broke

IT ALL MARRIES DEEP WITHIN

‌‌  ‌
  ‌
A night bus full of artists
Lots of deep eyes

––––––––––––––––––––

She drew my eyes
And the ****** red soul rose

     "-Wow, you're a medium!
               I didn't know."

                  I said

         And left
    
I knew that gems
could connect.


We had hard exteriors, though.

Thrown myself
onto the waves of
sea of sparks
(control no more)
floating and carresed
by the sea of
reptiles & amphibians' faces
I drown in

Cigarette's ember
  in night's sky
Like a primeval meteorite.
   So that's what
 the creatures of
the elder world
  saw?

And on the ninth day
When dark clouds have
obscured the gray, frosty land
       The Heavens sent blocks of steel
    Cool and hard, they fell on ground
    Like eerie monoliths from above
    A merciful gift from rigid gods

The men of the tribe left their camp fires
and their wives, and readily gathered around the blocks
to make brief decisions
    and do what they had to

As I was having an evening walk
Through my neighborhood
I suddenly saw a figure of a giant man,
Like seven feet tall, running quickly

I see these strange, gargantuan
humanoid like creatures
from time to time
Pale and bald,
Moving impossibly fast
compared to their height

Oh, please, help me

Free me from them
Help me

Meeting and hanging out with friends
Scenes become cartoon like
Every person becomes cartoon like
Druggish visions, 2000's chavs
Smoking dope and loitering
the tower blocks district

Beware when you think about them
                       when you look at them
For they are 18 years
                                         in the past

A newborn of the internet
MTV ruled the popculture
Silent/waiting adolescent society
of tower blocks districts
West leaked through the
       luminous cracks
                 of TV screen.

Rat Queen in labour
foul and swollen
         driven
            by
     unstoppable
force (remorse! Whitebirds,
Felines of night - mourn.)
            of childbirth

‌  ‌  ‌  ‌  ‌(Lem-ON)

     LEMON
               Juice.

(lemon(fresh) cut in half
knife metal - zesty peel
bitter citrus nebulize smell,
                                       juice)

Childhood            Ground Coffee
     smell          ≈           smell

Brown substance
Mysterious
Drank by adults

                               
      dark brown - vivid yellow
                  calm - verve
            oily, dry - fresh, watery
                 stable - quick, ephemeral
         (in a shelf)