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I remember dropping acid,
While lying on my back
On an angel-kissed pebble beach,
On a lost Greek island
At dawn.

Acid isn't always pleasant.
But rarely fatal.

First life intensified.
All of it.
Colours brightened,
Shades multiplied,
Patterns spoke.
The wing, the feather, the claw, the beak,

How correct things were,
How decisive evolution was,
How ******* huge our balloon had become.

And yet,
The universe,
All of it,
Fit comfortably inside
My small cathedral head.

Smells recreated whole episodes from my past,
The spaghetti dinner my aunt made me eat.
I threw it up in the backyard minutes later,
Because the noodles looked like worms,
Mashed potatoes and gravy,
Cotton Candy, the music of a carnival
The twenty seven hours of stalled birth as my mother's legs
Were strapped together until a doctor could be found.

I time traveled, memories appeared in 3-D,

Taste was ****** and social,
*** was irrelevant,
Hate impossible,
Death humbled and genuflect


Is this how we learn to be kind.
Hank Helman Nov 16
How crooked my hands,
Gnarled knuckles and bone,
Fingers bent forward,
Palms carved out of stone.

Yes I'm a beggar,
How well my part played,
My hand out in hope
Of a penny mislaid.

How many times,
Can you avert and walk by,
Yes,I'm homeless and helpless
And I also ask why.
How long will I ignore the poor? And why?
Hank Helman Nov 6
When is how we begin every conversation.
I think we should switch to why.
Hank Helman Nov 1
The tip,your taste on tempted tongue,
The haste, the hover, the hungry one.
I live, I last, I love, lament,
I walk and wonder where our love went.
Do we feel anymore or do we simulate. Are we prepping for bot-love?
Hank Helman Oct 28
Name tell me all these things that you fear,
Alone, no one home, the shadows appear,
Maybe ghosts have been chatting about your demise
The neighbourhood witches, the ones you despise.

The moon wanders full across demon filled skies
They giggle and cackle and tell naughty lies,
This is the time when all spirits clash
It's  Halloween night, home quick in a dash.
its a scary time.. life is meant to be this way?
Hank Helman Oct 16
Do we ever get over,
Our dreams.

Is life as discombobulated
As it seems.

Each day I'm up early,
My hair wet and curly,
The matrix, the mantra,the memes.
I'm tired of being me. Anyone want to switch?
Hank Helman Oct 11
I like a girl who wakes me up at dawn,
Gets up half naked and puts the coffee on,
Moves me out before the day's half gone,
A working man, no time to yawn,
More pie tonight if I stand tall and strong
third verse
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