condensed air sweeps along the neckline,
strange insects beep secret signs.
wailing , reaching out ,filling up the cracks,
the voids beckon, seeking a fit-in.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Monday, September 1, 2008
At a wedding of strangers
I've seen this space fill up,
with people i know not..
I've been here from the beginning,
watching them cloak a happy scene in a sad melody..
Flowers placed in order,
a geometry to the flow..
Rain falling on glittering lights,
walk the green carpet..
with people i know not..
I've been here from the beginning,
watching them cloak a happy scene in a sad melody..
Flowers placed in order,
a geometry to the flow..
Rain falling on glittering lights,
walk the green carpet..
Unbeautiful
Refined oil soaks wafers of potatoes,
beer breath and bellied of lard.
Tar sticking on the pink of lung,
an orgy of vibe,clear glass stained by ash.
Blatant symbols of power,feeding greed,
neon halos for the gods of music.
The exilir sells in varied synthetic hues,
GANDHI exchanged for a moment's load.
Feel it ripping up sheets of silence,
a green sprayed with blobs of purple
beer breath and bellied of lard.
Tar sticking on the pink of lung,
an orgy of vibe,clear glass stained by ash.
Blatant symbols of power,feeding greed,
neon halos for the gods of music.
The exilir sells in varied synthetic hues,
GANDHI exchanged for a moment's load.
Feel it ripping up sheets of silence,
a green sprayed with blobs of purple
Float
A stone ,in flight,set into motion,
shooting out through a dust cloud,
kicked up by a wheel of peace,
Slow motion, a liferaft safe in cohesive air,
greenery on the window pane.
Shells of holy smoke,intruders come and go,
spaced out,reaching an outcome,
somewhere in between a worry and a scene,
its filling up,cup to lip, song to soul,
a drench, a stone in place.
* dedicated to a trip to the tibetean settlement in Kushalnagar with Hemant
shooting out through a dust cloud,
kicked up by a wheel of peace,
Slow motion, a liferaft safe in cohesive air,
greenery on the window pane.
Shells of holy smoke,intruders come and go,
spaced out,reaching an outcome,
somewhere in between a worry and a scene,
its filling up,cup to lip, song to soul,
a drench, a stone in place.
* dedicated to a trip to the tibetean settlement in Kushalnagar with Hemant
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Black Parade
The Show is on,
the ceremony has begun,
Its time for a downer,
Bringing home the stoner..
The nomad's drowning pool,
The gathering ground of the uncool,
The color tonight is black,
the vibe is dark,
we follow the medicine man,
we trust his plan,
Under a spell he wove..
The zombie parade marched..
To the land of sin.
It was Rock N Roll..
the ceremony has begun,
Its time for a downer,
Bringing home the stoner..
The nomad's drowning pool,
The gathering ground of the uncool,
The color tonight is black,
the vibe is dark,
we follow the medicine man,
we trust his plan,
Under a spell he wove..
The zombie parade marched..
To the land of sin.
It was Rock N Roll..
wild fire
Days past, new..
They flash before me..
Souls drunk on the exilir, drunk on the liquer,
buzz around me..
the energy in a song,
a sadness that's gone..
smoke and a light,
crazy is the night
They flash before me..
Souls drunk on the exilir, drunk on the liquer,
buzz around me..
the energy in a song,
a sadness that's gone..
smoke and a light,
crazy is the night
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