Pour a little nonsense
from the tip of this
smoking stick of sage
ash bash begash  

sprinkle some silly salt
on my slug rug
give it a tug

the cries of the
self proclaimed adults
go unsung from sharp cheddar

goat cheese sings it like a breeze
bleat bleat sheep sell tears on the cheap

catch the blue butterfly that'll
pop into dimes

locks of love explode into chimes
and it's the dialectic of paradigms

thesis
antithesis
synthesis
sin this is
I guess
lol nah

pawn rook queen this is chess
bless it and mess it up to start over again
the king is in a constant state of
falling to the board

tick tack finger
speed up and
linger there

watch the ayahuasca vine grow in spirals similar to the dancing strands of DNA

base pairs are antennas of consciousness leaking through the silk screen press
I guess

two cupcakes told me that
teamwork is pretty sweet

take a bite and tell me if you like
the frosting on the cake I bet
you won't like the dough though
if it's half baked

Mise en abyme

Brush your teeth 'til ya gag
psychosomatic spitting
hock out your spirit
watch it swirl down the drain

flush your **** down
the throne of silence

out of sight
out of mind
out of mind
out of sight

Allen Ginsberg was a **** machine

**** me sideways
my face is melting off
I've tried nine ways to hell and back
to make it stop make it stop please but
this force is electrocuting me
crackling inside of my veins
melting capillaries

sound the bell
tick tack toe
gotcha

underlying intentions bubble up from under the surface of my skin as the roaring inferno engulfs my body

I am surrounded by a fiery tornado of unforgiven sins

this demon's embrace is a warm one

take me back
to the days of wander
never dull with woe
eyes bright with wonder

dancing with butterflies on
sunny days with warm breezes
twirling around in the pouring rain
dripping molten caramel onto the
fluffy snow in the backyard

the scent of the honeysuckle

The pen hits the paper and
ink bleeds through the fibres
in the fabric of my world

Where have I been?
Where am I?
The attempt at faith
in which I am
has been tried and tried again

Oh, I've got pride
but there's a limp in my stride
It's high tide and I've been lied to
pried from and I'm black salt
from the bowels of a volcano

Find me spewing magma
from my lips and you'll be burnt
by unkempt fury

It'll take me years to come back
from the years I've been lost
so I'll just keep finding myself
deep in the thickets,
I am catching brambles
in every nook and cranny
of my being,
unseeing

Open my eyes and
fill the voids with sunshine,
a shimmering coat of stardust
with a bit of moonshine,
seems to be the remedy for
dull smiles and droopy eyes

I've stumbled across the fault lines of your not-so-subtle lies, unwilling quite chilling
and I cry in order to see those thorns wither and die, sizzle from the sighs as I realize with real eyes there's nothing for me to surmise and it'll either be my demise or what finally makes me wise, so

I burst into flames and slither into the sky,
no limits, and in just a minute I'm in a new state of mind.

From unkind to kind I'm a dried up rind bubbling into the scent of fresh pine.

Sometimes you just gotta draw the line,
and let the ink bleed through

It's all welling up inside of me,
'cause I just can't seem to find the right key,
and I'm lyin' on hard floors
behind locked doors,
just waiting here to be set free, I can't see - my soul's as salty as the dead sea and
my heart's buried beneath snowed capped mountains of debris,

but I'm a fruit tree,
and my roots grow deep,
I won't flee -
so I'm flowing up and out
like magma against the gravity,
I'm rising up and out
like the leading tone to middle c,

resolution, start a revolution,
be the queen bee -
stir up the hive -
harmonize the mind -
get 'em on the grind ' to sing
cotrapunctal voices,
leading to find '
the existential keys
to remove the debris,
to remove the roof
in order to find the proof
and deconstruct the paradigms
of the bourgeoisie!

soak in that vitamin D,
that sweet stellar soul honey.

tweet tweet buzz like the
birds and the bees

let's set ourselves free,
let's set ourselves free

Crawling backwards through my dusty spiderweb of neural connections, I am projecting comedic tragedies

Call me crazy, because you're probably right

Absurdist fantasies of long lost dreams and an empty train station smelling of **** and departed railway cars

It's time to turn it around and
crawl out of my tunnel of silk

I will explode into butterfly
from the silk in my belly

Spit me a story, Oh Old One.
I am astounded by the revolutions
you have memorized around the sun.

Stellar vortex, find me twirling
through the disconnected
and unreached.

Remember me