Archive for the ‘ psychedelic ’ Category

Orange With A Wick

I walk past people not talking with mouths zipped around faces. Clothing not questionable– these are wagon spokes they’re wearing to walk, blue collar, bruised skin turning inky, future noose loosening, the benefits of growing up– growing down to earth. Not sure I can weather the tree fall timber storm and steel swimming up into [ READ MORE ]

Habit

The pill is a better blue and white than waves and seafoam the same pounding the same sweeping no one’s footprints lifted from feet Were those mine? Or have I become water, breathing? The sea from above the caps of waves like capsules like toenail clippings scattered below me or aligned on my crosshatch carpet [ READ MORE ]

Growth

In water thick with grass Sargasso Sea you pull me through the clouds beneath your depths I grew up in trees and eventually discovered that if I stood beside myself I might break into blossom I sketched plans inside my head about the slipping of the wind and the feeling of new earth I imagined [ READ MORE ]

One Hundred Years Of This

I imagine myself wishing for warmth believing in the meaning behind subtlety A headache comes in my next incarnation – Morning I move through phases of my relationship with loneliness which wax and wane like illuminations of the moon You say Yes, I can commiserate with you because we are both afraid of knowing each [ READ MORE ]

Unreeling

I wander between these shear-thin walls I make endless left turns I know that escape is a matter of time not distance I crawl making fist-prints in the skin that plotted against my own revisions since the day it wrapped around me and the places where my emotions hid I fail to see something brighter [ READ MORE ]

Trip

If we watched the dots behind our eyes maybe we’d turn out fine In my alleyway I lay back and listen to you sing about finding time I’ve written around a thousand lines just to find a place for mine Every moment of wondering has been just another step sideways into finally making a picture [ READ MORE ]

Florets

The choir sang a song which made their voices sound a little softer and the people in the pews were unsure just what they were listening to The words washed through the glass and were stained with holy colors on the way out The grass was quietly covered with the whispering made saintly in its [ READ MORE ]

Stepping Across the Stars

We hid in places where the whispers which echoed from yesterday couldn’t sneak into our hideaway and with eyes set on the sky and feet floating in the forest canopy we skipped across the trees because we’re that rare species born up in the leaves with feet that grow down to the ground and every [ READ MORE ]

The Game

Floating backwards through purple passageways The slow-turned arches we’ve seen in our dreams The glimpses we’ve been given of gazing through our own eyes into the underside of the sky I stepped upwards and grew grass from my fingertips and while a cast of crows was calling I drew the smoke into my lips and [ READ MORE ]

An Afternoon With Infinity

Two dozen roses spilled into three vases made out of glass and filled with kerosene and the Teardrop said Give gifts to your elation and in return your odyssey will be never-ending and he said he wrote stories or more accurately, handbooks on how to do things like Expand Your Illusions or Enshrine Your Conceptions [ READ MORE ]

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