Atop the flying buttress, several miles high up in the theater
the best seat in the house
Opera glasses suspended over the bridge of a nose
perched like the raven over the seat of 218 row J
Dragonsblood liquor sipped from winehouse crystal skulls
The stadium flashes in a cataclysmic lightning storm
Demons sing a haunting tune of holier times, completely in reverse,
as a pitch-violet figure appears center stage in a pink cloud
the figure speaks in a thunderous metallic voice that fills the space:
I AM ME! THE ONE AND ONLY
DON’T TRY TO REMEMBER MY NAME
JUST KNOW I AM FILLED WITH FUNK
I KNOW FROM RIGHTEOUS AND FROM SINS
AND I WON’T STOP UNTIL THEY’RE BOTH FRIENDS
house lights come on.
A banner drops down from the top of the stage.
DON’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YA
I now know what Joni Mitchell means by wanting to drink a case of someone
I could drink gallons of you
I would bathe in you
I’d hold my breath for as long as I could in you, drowning in all that you are
I’d buy your taste in a lollipop any day
If my organ grinded you into fine powder, I’d roll you up, dip & flip you, smoke you up, every inhale ecstasy of the highest order
A case of you is not enough
I want the source
sweet sweet sugar particles cropdust the fairy air in an everlasting cyclone of nondisruptive yet dynamite power
accompanied by warmth, strong currents of the feeling of something good
roses bloom in unison, petals floating in every direction throughout the plain
a smorgasbord. a feast of decadent secretions from the organic greens that surround us all
Mother Nature knows all & shares what she pleases.
where the plains meet the mountains
and the mountains hug the clouds
there is where I’ll be found
where god kisses the heavenly earth to be
watch me dive
& dissolve into the sea
The sound of a child’s laughter usually brings a smile to my face
but it soon fades, knowing I can’t laugh quite that freely now
Though what grows must regress to an early state
I just hope I can laugh like that again
before I reach the heavenly gate
I never know what you’ll do next
I’m madder than a hatter whose been hexed
seized by a swirling vortex of MASS CONFUSION
the way you swish them hips
Baby, I can’t resist but I must
No one’s ready for this thrust
Your voodoo possess & colors me perplexed
But my hoodoo created from sacred text
let’s me do as I please
Watch out, baby, I got a guitar that could part the seas
Our powers combined could conjure galaxies
but that’s okay
I think I like it
even though I feel as though I shouldn’t, I’m
better than good better than good better than good
I’ve harnessed the powers to forever disrupt the statehood
Feelings of euphoria swaddle me like a nostalgic childhood
No longer shall these fingers pick any more cotton-wood
to satisfy desires from wicked ivory hoods
better than good better than good better than good
Doesn’t feel tangled in falsehood
not worried like you may think I should
because I can handle it
If that was misunderstood.
Trees aren’t thinking about how long they been growing nor how old they are
the true high skyscrapers, extending their hands out to god
No thinking necessary. They just are.
23 or 123 years of life makes no difference.
The concept of time is unnatural. Time isnt really moving anywhere.
But we’re flying all the time.
Where we’re going, I don’t have a clue
so you might as well enjoy the view.
She awoke this morning and looked into the mirror to see heavy eyeshadow fading into many shades of flat blues, caked and smeared as if she had been wearing it for days & reapplying it without cleaning it off first… she does not wear make up.
Her morning tastes like sewer water though she made it the same way she does every morning. Why?
“Something inside of me,” she thinks, “is tweaking with my brain” why why why
In rapid succession, her thoughts are racing, a never ending left turn.
“Something is the matter…” She thinks, still drinking her sewage coffee for the caffeine. “I don’t know but I…..I think I’m posessed.”
As soon as she said the words aloud, she knew they were true.
but why? and by whom?
This may warrant taking off a sick day from work but it’s a little hard to explain, no?
“A seemingly demonic force has taken up shop in my head space and I’m questioning not only my existence, but existence overall. Can I come in tomorrow?”
Can’t imagine that’d work out very well. She picks up the coffee pot to pour it out in the sink but instead of flowing out straight down, it pours upwards, leaving a leaking stain on the ceiling.
She blinks and does nothing for a moment. “Okay. Something is either completely fucked with my head or I’m possessed. Either way, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
Pull the reverse switch
Pull the lever of Serenity
-OUT OF ORDER Call Maintenance-
Try as you might to move the reverse switch
stuck in position, lost superstition
tales of such in the handbook that outlines nothing useful
a switch covered in cobwebs in the upper right
too far out of reach, Ecstacy
Too far, your hand slips and pulls on the lever
Eventually the reverse switch moves forward on it’s own accord
bringing The Ride to a stop, glass doors slide open
You can only get as far back as your feet will allow
No need to clock out
You can never leave