Through the eye of the needle where necessity lies
and the horizon's a point somewhere off,
someone dies.
On the grains where the sand shifts the mountains away, where the land ***** crab sideways to gather their prey or the fields where the crops dust off MDMA,
I drop,
intellect fades
the night fazes in on sharpened steel blades.

It's not what you know what you think or what
you might think you know but don't know and the
man in a rush that was known as George Bush,
told us all that we know
what we don't and we'll think what we won't
or we don't think we'll think but we think,
as thinking goes
that's **** near perfect.


and this is for Uchiha Johnny who is poorly and needs a laugh.

tune me in,
   break the walls in,
the ceiling down,
    cry out loud, louder

imaginary walls
    of paper thin
games in cellular realms
    are stronger, yet

Dark scenes are
  immune to the brightest
suns, cries of innocents
       the most often unheard.

Cry dearest loud
      write larger,
feel fully the pain
   remember it in Diaries.

Use this, as a foundation
    to build
upon pain a solution.

The beach curves and the sea, a scimitar in the sun cleaves through the shingle a sandy path along the shore.

I am awestruck by the goddess of good luck who favoured my happening into this day full of wonder and wandering.