Serenity cubed
I chant
to be happy.
Crickets
talk in a mud
black
afternoon.
Under a Blue Moon
risen for Spring.
Hanging on
to the last words
of every rhyme
Totaled
and spaced
I'm touched
and Graced
Ommmm & I think
I am.
Dispel such earthly
traits, like that
of the Dog.
I am
instinct & grab
& smash.
Mirrored
in Love & touch
& to have.
Injected
by the elevator
star case .
Level
eleven, in a Pontiac.
Rainbows apparent
angelic apparition.
In sunglasses
spread eagled
Calling
like a lusting
hound
for his bitch.
I think I am.
Totaled
and spaced
I'm touched
and Graced
Ommmm & I think
I am. Chanting
to the sound
of air.
Sucking through
my lungs.
Gun man crazed
eyes . Mirrored
Slow flashing
eye lashes .
Silent.
Serenity cubed.
Crickets
talk in a mud black
afternoon.
Ommmm
and I think, I am.
Lefty's shoes
I end up then
awake in this maze
of hours. In ponder &
short term memory
left loaded. Excitement
waits at the gates of
destiny . Passion
stranded at the site
of the crime
in Lefty's shoe's
& Louie's
diamond smile .
Ready to tie-dye
any tongue.
For the
sake of freedom.
In the name of
the darkest secrets
preferred they'd
no longer
be spread
like ' lino ' in the 60's
like the now bread
that is no longer
sliced. I end up
then at the intersection
of Lebanese
& Sub-Way sterile
all you can stuff
in a roll. Hunger crawls
like billiard balls
crash from Geno's
pool hall beneath
the city Bell Tower
that strikes 5 times
only moments before
dawn. I end up then
at the other end
of my last smoke.
Watching the sidewalk
move . In mannequin
gestures & slow wave.
Awake in this maze
of hours in Lefty's
shoe's & Louie's
diamond smile.
from afar
I watched you
from afar.
My eyes
dissolved.
I lost my eyes.
Realized
that I didn't
know
you watched me
as I watched
you.
Was It
you watching me
& not I
watching you ?
Do you watch
me from afar
thinking
it may be me ?
Watching
as you & I .
Watching each other
Us
enters the scene .
Becomes
The me
that watches the
you
That knows not.
While
watching the you
in me.
Ascending One.
From afar
my eyes
dissolve.
news wars ( puckered lips, now )
The director
could not be found.
I watched the War
in New York City.
Producers shouted
the world 'round.
The actors
were to appear
murdered.
The extras
had become you & I.
In spastic dream. As if
reliving nightmare, death
or rape. The War Blazed
in countless millions
of dollars. I watched
New York City
burn. The director
could not be found.
As in pantomime
satanic, angelic
pleasure airships
tore New York City
apart. Fire men &
other hero's entered
devastation.
To become segment
upon the silver
glowing before your
eyes. ( Hits form the
bong. You have to
exhale ) . Producers
shouted the world
'round. Collateral
damage flew a wingless
trip to the grave.
Past enflamed
New York City
windows. The director
could not be found.
The extras
had become you & I.
In spastic dream.
While the actors
appeared in
satanic, angelic
pleasure airships
Dancing a dance
with death. A top
of New York City.
I watched the War
on TV . I watched
for a glimpse
of reality.
in the UNDERGROUND - way out in Western Australia,
at a place covered in Madonal lilys called
Maragerett River
