Some Thoughts

Regrets

this book smells of stale smoke
no surprise there
fitting in its way
for a rant on psycadelics
and reports of such abuse

disturbing topics
TURN AWAY
your little, innocent mind won't take it
what a mess you'll be
you've no idea

forge on
your world will take a ride
on the teacups
but that dizziness you feel
don't expect it to go away
its not all an after effect
just an effect, after all

but if you run
hide
quiet now
for when they find you its a tight spiral

down

down

walk a straight line now
don't let yourself slip
(too late, I know)
squirrel cages.

no cushy membrane
only bars and bolts but
slam into them
its just a bruise

but oh, what a fun ride this year
I already know I'll be back



Too High

sounds are bulbous
ballooning & fading
crescendo decrescendo
If I ice it will it stop the swelling?

with lights this bright its so dull
grey
overbearing
an old rotting tree reaching for your living room

through your roof.

The long days go by so quickly
Xs on a chart
meaningless and gone
i hear the new ones coming
plans
dates
fliers
posters
billboards

do I look as though I want your propaganda

my concentration wanes
scratch that
I don't recall clearity

each day repeats with no similarities
though in retrospect
they are each

uniquely
alike



Your Ghost

unmarked sand
the waves wash away nothing
yet I feel the presence
and morn at high tide

breif
over
came
and
went

left with jars full of shells
and handfuls of time,
of unmarked sand