Let me be drunk,
Let me be drunk,
Let me be fine and drunk,
Let a bottle of dark be a light to where I am going, to shade out where I've been and the song to settle me now.
You, a crystal natured decanter, muddled to the wishing eye.
You, that will lead me by the glistening, babbling, dribbling lip.
You, the warmth in my distended belly.
You, the burning down my throat, the fire in a broken heart.
You, the shaper of ideas, of loves and hates, of sorrows, oh such sorrows, such deep and dark and gloomy sorrows but you also of such light.
You, that takes me by the throbbing, beating soul of a night-time and wraps me squealing and crying in your lambskin spread and soothes and caresses and cares.
You, a hot-blooded simmering mess of teenage spirit.
You, the answer to the great pubescent question.
You, the real gateway drug.
You, the peacekeeper.
You, the antagonist.
You, a swollen king on your enabling throne.
You've been here long enough. Just tell me what you want. Stop filling my head with these lies and loves but don't leave me unattended. You've led me far into the valley of the shadow of death and you have taught me why I should fear those evils. Those that are deep and dark and terrible.

He stands, backs away, gazes,

Maybe...

Choosing from the stacked shelves of colour, sweet and sour, shining over, in, out, around. Tempting a step forward like orphans waiting at the ready to be sold to the mines.

Maybe...

Two arms but a thousand choices. A hundred? A thousand to choose.
His friends have moved on from his isle, to toys and foods, baking stalls of fish and chunder.

Buzzing fluro hyper-emotive lights, his shoulders naked and bare for the world. Not yet lashed and ***** by tendrils of the ****** society. Eels in soup, you know, squirting with thirty boys in ******* to the beat. A dub proposed, seconded, played forward and blasted through fender-box for the dextromethorphan eye to behold.

Bass, Blues and Angus and Julia ring out through the cavernous space in our floating head. A gas burner of sweet Mary Jane keeps the balloon floating high above. Two ***** hang from its base while the **** has long since fallen to the peoples below, blotting out the sun. Shocking pictures of girls, boys and gear sticks. Two babes one pacifier, the new viral hit. 3, 2, 1 your 15 minutes are up and you see no more out of those big naive eyes of yours.

Silent carriage with no sounds,
Is it real?

I can see it, touch it, but still can't hear.
An empty voice directs my journey and affirms my belief,
no soul,
no thoughts,
it isn't real.

No shoes on the sleeping man,
with strangely odorless feet.
Nobody smells here, it's disturbing.

Bright, buzzing, neon-fluorescent lights of gold or yellow.
Burning my eyes.
Now i am blind.

This senseless, lifeless bubble is my ticket home.
$6.20 should get you more of an experience.

Not long now and my vision will return.

Hearing and smell too..

A tasteless, formless meal, encased in vintage wrapping,
a trendy snack.

Layer yourselves,
in the linens of your Grandfathers,
You are the In crowd.
Sell your soul,
for a moth-eaten cardigan,
You are a hit now.

Put on the mask and continue the charade,
You     are
Fleeting.

He takes sparkly rainbow flight among the pigeons,

They coo,
as he breathes fire and howls,
heart of wolf and gold-

I've seen him trailed in green, riding on wings for us to learn from.

Master Bird,
guide me to mega,
and naked,
and flight-

The bird is not naked but has ****** of mind.
Mind too bare,
for disdain,
and loath-

Take heed in his loss of mind,
Naked and Beautiful,
I love it.
Too pure for me,
I wish for it.

Locked in silent thought, watching the trick of mind disappear.
A thousand mirrored spirals on canvas surrounding me. Closed eyes envision an explosion of sanity and normal cascading from my head.
It is easier not to fight it.
The smoke filled lung holds no answers but coughs out a key. To which door? A plethora unfolds before me and I take the hand of a traveler.
“lead me from this place.”
The beast grows into a multi-armed flying goddess and grasps my head.
“trickle your thought to my cup.”
It asks.
I oblige.
All thought is gone, sanity released, I am everywhere and of no being. Viewing past, present and future in perfect harmony I crouch in awe. The head I was encapsulated in vanishes and myself spills into all existence. No self..No perception of me..Perfection.