Friday, 8 June 2018

Walk the scree slope



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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