ethereal roots draped down upon me
slithered around my skull like serpents
sunk their teeth into my skin
and released a poison in my blood
my heart beats, I breathe
eyes dilate, breathing becomes ********
a wet and warm sensation
tantalizes my skin and loosens my muscles
as if I was on a ship in the midst of fog
a pirate, with no destination but here
mystery lingering everywhere
in the rocks, in the trees
in the tones I collaborate
with the gravity of I and all that is
my guitar
my lover, for the night
everyone watching
and listening
to I and her
like ***********
though I did not mind
especially as Josh watched me
he would actually thank me
such a gentleman
always beaming with light
so, it was so refreshing
to hear about what he did not like
in the presence of my deep and dark tones
he thanked me
for enticing him
to greet his demons
and let them fly
it was nice to see such a gentle smile
in the presence of the black hole
he truly is
a gentle man
I wandered off to the restroom
turned on the fan
listened to the hum
and forgot why I was in
if I was out
and why I was everywhere
as I sunk to the floor
my head tilted towards the shower
hand extended out
to the mint garden on the floor
and there I was
greeting that which was all
I had missed these conversations
speaking to me of memories
of dancing with ghosts
and a grandfather within a table
sitting there in the living room,
before that wretched television
the mint leaves came alive
swirling around, like miniature galaxies
singing in tiny sighs:
miniature black holes
exposing their universe
to another
and the other
the same to theirs
and the same, same
to I
then I arose, feeling as loose
as the raging seas
and followed this feeling
to a dark shed in the backyard
therein, I found myself
in a black hole
a perfect fit
for me
waiting for me
waiting for my ship
to collapse
within its pits
I lie on the bed
my back flat
hands over my chest
head swirling around
as the Earth does
around the sun
and the hips
of an attuned woman
and there I was
shapeless
death
ready to live again
"Father?"
"Yes, Son?"
"I'd like a beer."
"One's on its way."
light poured in from the back porch
and blinded me
Josh, Brian and Moses come in
Brian only for a while
as he drifts off somewhere else
maybe too light
for the heavy waters around me
Josh,
he is in light, "Of Course"
Moses, says something funny
"You know, sometimes
it makes more sense
to drink your own ****
than to have a conversation."
I burst out laughing
a dark red light fills the room
"Right? 'cause at least there is water
in your **** I say
I look over to me left to Moses
and he says, "Exactly.
Would you like a beer?"
"Of Course."
when Moses comes back
he hands me the beer
and it is then
when I see him clear
his face, a yellow-tinged glass
demonic in shape
translucent, exposing black underneath
with red eyes
floating independently from him
as if they were a separate entity
one made its way towards me
the other, towards the door
I can only guess
it was towards her
and he smiled
and I heard the glass crack
SHATTER!
SHATTER GLASS DEMON!
let out a laugh,
I hoped he would
though only that cute smile
he always shows
showed its presence
just enough to not expose
the truly brilliant
and shapeless creature he is
I drink the beer
and I am sober.
the night
was over.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
ethereal roots draped down upon me
slithered around my skull like serpents
sunk their teeth into my skin
and released a poison in my blood
my heart beats, I breathe
eyes dilate, breathing becomes ********
a wet and warm sensation
tantalizes my skin and loosens my muscles
as if I was on a ship in the midst of fog
a pirate, with no destination but here
mystery lingering everywhere
in the rocks, in the trees
in the tones I collaborate
with the gravity of I and all that is
my guitar
my lover, for the night
everyone watching
and listening
to I and her
like ***********
though I did not mind
especially as Josh watched me
he would actually thank me
such a gentleman
always beaming with light
so, it was so refreshing
to hear about what he did not like
in the presence of my deep and dark tones
he thanked me
for enticing him
to greet his demons
and let them fly
it was nice to see such a gentle smile
in the presence of the black hole
he truly is
a gentle man
I wandered off to the restroom
turned on the fan
listened to the hum
and forgot why I was in
if I was out
and why I was everywhere
as I sunk to the floor
my head tilted towards the shower
hand extended out
to the mint garden on the floor
and there I was
greeting that which was all
I had missed these conversations
speaking to me of memories
of dancing with ghosts
and a grandfather within a table
sitting there in the living room,
before that wretched television
the mint leaves came alive
swirling around, like miniature galaxies
singing in tiny sighs:
miniature black holes
exposing their universe
to another
and the other
the same to theirs
and the same, same
to I
then I arose, feeling as loose
as the raging seas
and followed this feeling
to a dark shed in the backyard
therein, I found myself
in a black hole
a perfect fit
for me
waiting for me
waiting for my ship
to collapse
within its pits
I lie on the bed
my back flat
hands over my chest
head swirling around
as the Earth does
around the sun
and the hips
of an attuned woman
and there I was
shapeless
death
ready to live again
"Father?"
"Yes, Son?"
"I'd like a beer."
"One's on its way."
light poured in from the back porch
and blinded me
Josh, Brian and Moses come in
Brian only for a while
as he drifts off somewhere else
maybe too light
for the heavy waters around me
Josh,
he is in light, "Of Course"
Moses, says something funny
"You know, sometimes
it makes more sense
to drink your own ****
than to have a conversation."
I burst out laughing
a dark red light fills the room
"Right? 'cause at least there is water
in your **** I say
I look over to me left to Moses
and he says, "Exactly.
Would you like a beer?"
"Of Course."
when Moses comes back
he hands me the beer
and it is then
when I see him clear
his face, a yellow-tinged glass
demonic in shape
translucent, exposing black underneath
with red eyes
floating independently from him
as if they were a separate entity
one made its way towards me
the other, towards the door
I can only guess
it was towards her
and he smiled
and I heard the glass crack
SHATTER!
SHATTER GLASS DEMON!
let out a laugh,
I hoped he would
though only that cute smile
he always shows
showed its presence
just enough to not expose
the truly brilliant
and shapeless creature he is
I drink the beer
and I am sober.
the night
was over.
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