Walk the scree slope
Of existence
Like an airport's
Moving floorway
Easy peasy cozy journey
Let the porters
Strip you baby
Of your dignity
And your fluids
There be lukewarm
roads to bliss
Paved with denial
oblivion of ignorance
The arm of Orion
In the bath
Don't betray your darkest secret
Masturbating
With the cat
We are mud pies
Baked by God
Riddled with beetles
Rolling spliffs of pungent dung
I can see you
In your glory
I can feel you
Like a vein
Feed my eyes capillary
Feed my thighs with little darts
Let me taste you
Lesbia's sparrow
In the wardrobe warm and dark
You select me like a chapter
Soak my story magic words
Everyone a marijuanna
Tease of chemicals
In the brain
God I love this flickering image
Painting illusions in my cave
But the scree slope
Is not cozy
And the stones accelerate
Lest we broken by the story
Let's be fear to come awake.
08/06/18
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