A belt

a belt
fails
to come in Play
no Desire is Left
for Me
but sleep
my Floors are walked
in conversation
Talked
while I Lay In
dream
as do you to Exist
Beyond the Darkest Side
of Fright
as I Fall
through the bottom
to a few days of probable
Pain
~
are you comfortable ?
what Time is it ?
does your mouth feel dry ?
your eyes are wet
I thought you didn't smoke
... its alright
shall i get you a drink ?
whiskey, water, maybe Tea ?
i guess you're Nervous
i haven't seen hands shake
like that
since nineteen seventy three
shall we walk a while ?
...its alright
you could dissolve
in the Garden
i know you want to
Disappear
Have you showered today ?
Your breath smells
So Sweet
How much do you smoke ?
How much do you drink ?
...where are you going..... ?
~
holding an Instrument i call
something
It being a Substitute
For Nothing
Like you, I exist beyond
The darkest side
Of Fright
Through the bottom
I fall
for a few days
without a belt

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banjolike minimalist

Alternative Thirst
comes on like
a kind of patti smith syndrome
Trading existence with
another Soul Diva
half bent in rhyme
Experimenting psychedelic
amerikan Virtual Reality
on the Outside Brain
strategically located
Feedback
called cultural as a difference
in Physically Eloquent Existence
harpooned
Turkish Banjolike minimalist
Gurus'
bowing drunkards dope
fiends'
sudden city spins out
into nauseous'
Imagination-Driven Theme Parks
exposed & puked Up in an
Alternative Thirst
ignored as one would
A Death bed of Flowers
as would a Jewel
for cracks & chips
& any flaw being Rejected
human-like

half bent in rhyme
Experimenting psychedelic
amerikan Virtual Reality
Turkish Banjolike minimalist

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Transport to Paradise

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