Called out sick two days in a row/
Manager's a **** he don't even know/
Oh when it's all said and done, done, done/
All that matters is that we had some fun/
So just hear me out, take my hand, please/
Forget my wallet, never remember my keys/
None of that today, no we don't need it/

Outside the Sun hides behind comfortable tufts of white/
On the ground sits stacks and piles of fallen vanilla/
Days are wasted when you don't think twice/
But it don't matter when you've got someone to make you feel so right/

On the edge of post modern discomfort/
The sky looks twisted when you feel like ****/
Trying to speak but all that comes are little words/
Blue inside but the outs are burned, turned red/
Beaten down by the gentle pecks of the birds/
All I ask is for a little but of overhead/
Let me just stay here in my bed/

Never believed
But now
I'm on my knees
And how
Did I get here
Without
Even noticing
Where am I going now?
I have no idea

Honestly
I'm ready
To drop out
And clearly shout
I'm through
I'm done
It's true
But I'm someone's son

All I wanted was to sleep with you—
*(In both senses of the saying)

...making me feel at home
as i lay on an open field
with autumn leaves
dancing with the autumn sunset

*love love
love love

Writing prompt of the hour: mandrake

oh poison, what poison doth whisper in my ear

race through my veins like molten metal

cause the hottest summer to season in my mind

echoes a terrible trembling in my tingling limbs

it is mandrake, oh such deadly shade of night

that raises me to the floor luring my knees to my face

in unequalled gross distortions

oh mandrake, thou art a shade so deadly

as to make the blackest night quiver

now this poison makes strange ineluctable rhythms

gradually and patiently enter my body, my thoughts

like a gradual orchestral cadence of static melody

subtly wisping around my whole being.

destructive mandrake now scampers in my blood

becomes inseparable and lives in me

in fiery flocks of hallucinated concepts.

it fires through my body like burning sulphur

this mandrake, this poison

that has prolonged persistence

makes an experience of antediluvian treachery

from another time, not of this time, this present, this now

this here

mandrake has embalmed me to

the red roguish clay

I die ghastly from a writing prompt

mandrake, mandrake, deadly nightshade

fuqing mandrake

To pyramids and pygmies,
all things mighty and puny-
I wouldn't be able to fathom
the true depth, they have
with my limited yard stick, "mind"
with a heavy heart, I bow low,
apologize and seek pardon
in the name of the one
unified cosmic consciousness
that dwells in all of us
from aliens to astronauts.

Why don't we pulsate in unison?
not your fault, but mine,
I understand, life has many secrets
dark energies fill all vacant spaces,
I too am it's slave, I must be beware,
by dismissing all those
as inconsequential as ever,
I'd create darkness single-handedly, I am aware