#micrograms
Standing on my head to rid myself of this soul-phlebitis
An old hobo train jumper trick apparently
All that blood rushing to my previously empty head
Filling, pooling graciously flow
(Don't we all know, there's nowhere to go but up)
Abruptly fall head first lurching, crunch
To the cold brittle hardwood boards of nuns in our parent's youth
Creaking (they whip us good)
Is this ink sunken in skin to be yer biggest regret?
What can pain do for you?
Connecting the mind and body
Cingulate gyrus integrating
reptilian brain vagus nerve body influence with higher
Social functioning
ugh when really it's all a big joke
and the sad clown laughing at the universe
is me and i am god and god,
god he weeps
Breeding consciousness, somatosensory convergence
You make my prefrontal cortex sick
Subsequent serotonin stomach butterflies
The prescience of a dozen acid trip candy flips
Tomorrow's 500 micrograms of blissful gut
Awareness in bloom
Home, where's home for the moment?
Not sure, asking, looking
And questing to find o yes and where to go and where to stay
And with whom and Why
Questions called to no one and nothing (but the sea)
That can't hear me
As if Nietzsche's 'void' is staring back
EAT ME THEN DAMNABLE VOID
I cry
For
What pain is there in true madness,
sick little toy words
sick little boy slurs
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC