The plain state of being
Inside of this gory, blood-smeared dream
To be some form of punctuation
Pushers of souped-up harmine
To silence your silly brain box
Precarious vegetable serenity
A sip of the black smoke
That terrible truth serum
Osteopaths of the spirit
Teaching Hermes and Dionysus to swim
Like a wild mustang craving open fields
The altruism of a last syringe
A continual state of shrinking and growing
In the claws of a vulture
Like a fang into flesh
On the far edges of society
So steep and dark between those morphine-coloured walls
A bargain with the cosmos
Creates a god so that time will stop
A mask, for what we believe is missing.

Gypsy