a
slice of mind a twisting spine popping the top I already know what it’s like
because I’ve been dead forever just a coincidence maybe maybe-not who told you
I know what it’s like outside to refer to its certified classification one
never knows when it comes or where it goes of unknown origins spike a memory 2nd line round the razor
tip of an old ugly spear piercing energy rush unlimited with an incorrect word
out of place innocent in the way God Bless / Jesus Saves the last noodle boiled
into coagulated mucus mental inception from beyond issue must have been what
was said “that’s that again” pick up some better luck next time then is will always
be as I’ve seen it dead forever again again already gone off to everlasting
paradise shopping cart full of faith in a mystery stain cumshot crusty gun mother
of funny stuck at the intersection of nowhere & other
the story is the story start from the beginning
begin
at the last page and work backwards in back words from a raw transcendent bliss
with Strawhat Charlotte who smelled like garlic snuck into a (won’t forget)
PT Anderson
tribute Hard Eight : Boogie Nights : There Will Be Blood : The Master : each
one after another to another to another looping through a finite stream of light
and electricity
I’ve
read the dialogue from voice over to subtitle still can’t make it make sense
and I wake up in the middle of a life shining itself paper thin like a
screenscript on acid dipped in pure euphoria something to keep the heart
beating while murdering consciousness at its core where it stands stretching
insanity to the brink payment on loan from an underground shadow sector I mean
who hasn’t killed Jesus once or twice the center edge inverted inside everything
defined by the Anti-Sign…
I
promise when this is over a total noetic unity nor “clotted liquid dung” I need
three years to finish this hedonistic trip mainline no one else behind or ahead
of me empty horizons like key lime pie ubiquitous directions on fire leave the
beans paralyzed by midnight oh yeah the Story Chapter Epilogue Footnote (don’t
forget the Title) rearview conclusions adopted abandoned erased in the unspoken
code of freedom agreed to in theory yet never felt in flesh
opening
my eyes during a very real moment perceive the form from which it derives
power
connecting dots in a linear arc through Yeats to the Beats and back again if you’re not learning you’re not living
oh the Sound the sound of sounds a long miracle list giant hodgepodge
collage of human history so easy to say every perspective of our collective on display 360 degrees a
panoramic brain scope sizing up again and again where it’s going from where
it’s been speaking of a world within splintered tongues betrayed by a kiss to
lick heal deep lethal wounds scars left behind by war sister nations giving birth to inevitable extinction jealousy
reigning over expected reactions a
natural response to the given assumptions divided by time despite the
conjunctive clause in the original contract keeping any fear aside from the
matter at hand madcow foot mouth eat
that grin off your face or else taste the consequences –
an
organic reality linked between cause and effect chains of ideas preserved in order generation to generation repeated for no other reason but to generate
momentum as some things flow alone in the zone elevated to the peak of
uncertainty a common misconception of what it means to see through the surface
I’m compelled to tell of what I remember hearing a group of small children
singing while waiting for a bus
“a snitch in a casket like a brick in a
basket pawned to the Army as an orphan whose only purpose is to curse existence
for being nothing more than a cruel joke played on the poor broken souls
clinging to the unlikely hope that all will be forgiven”
