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My meditational sprayer

My Meditational Sprayer

Blood pressure
is not a disease

when I went for my medicals
a doc said
‘‘No air travel''
but I insisted
whether or not
I would

He gave me ten tablets
asked me to buy more
if I survived the flight

That was only 5 years
down memories lane
and
I did not from medicine gain
I abandoned

It's more
that we must reduce
our loneliness
our isolation

and
Superficial stress
and
Forced darkness
Abstention

Now picture this... I communed with chaos and conjured up an ancient conquistador by the name of Quetzalcoatl. He called me a chickenshit coward before grabbing me by my cranial consciousness container; and with a chiropractic crack, just like that, my chakras connected and I channeled the grizzled ghost of Ol' Ronnie Reagan. He gurgled a “Hello” and grumbled, “Just Say No” ...

The Balance's Hue

A dog bites the sun. Poppy fields burn purple

smoke, war colors reaped in angles. Woman

abides, in her Tarot Eve, ambrosian arcana dealt

mysteries. Her red hair harvest in blind quarks of

memory, 3am thought webs, jade bit sonatas.

L'IMAGE

ghost dog asks
scratch in
scratch out
the meth is dry
Time drips
flagellant taps
daddy nods his
little naps
itch the belly
turn the telly
dont listen to they
whispering wishs
dirty glass
unplug this serpent
trim his crass
but his hisses drawl
lizard king crawl

night is fire raining
blunt
drums like thunder
welcome junk

flyers preaching
beckoning free
mad birds clapping
set them free

before
the
next
star
falls

Facebook wisdom

"I tripped and fell into some feelings...
I'm ok now, brushed that shit off" Facebook wisdom.

I tripped and fell into a vortex of brightly coloured feelings swirling swept me away to a land of dots and relish where honkas roamed freely, devouring and befiending irksome distractions to the moon just passing hitching a ride whilst fearing the failure of gravity and oh look at that just then it showed me all I understand everything...

Never quite brushed it off.

Crash

It’s the middle of summer;
Driving fast,Windows wide .
The wind offers waves of relief
As it smacks your burnt skin.

Your favourite song is playing
As loud as it can go.
You can just FEEL the baseline
And your heart thumps in time.

You belt out the lyrics;
But your belt is ignored.
You like the feel of freedom:
The breeze in your hair.

Sand in your shoes
And cider tainted breath.
No more then two:
You promised mum you'll stay safe .

Pure Imagination

Pure Imagination

Sitting at the computer
tipping my fingers
on the key board
not so silent as before
my spouse hears me from miles
and
knows I am still ticking alive...
like a
Time bomb

What will happen
when she is in the kitchen
prepare a soft night's meal for me
and
my ticking and tapping fails
my heart derails

will she know
whatever happened
in those few moments
I flew away....

Bride of the seasons (May Contest)

Put on your ornaments, O bride of the seasons,
long we've waited for
your passionate presence.

Stand for what you present, O bride of the seasons,
-for whate'er you present
is more than beauty and
no less than perfection.

Dress up like no other, O bride of the seasons,
answer those fashionistas' calls.
Strut around with vivid hues,
bring the colors back home.

Open your heart and mind, O bride of the seasons,
let all those fruitful thoughts
bloom into blissful blossoms,

No “Crossing” the Vampire

No “Crossing” the Vampire

Hills blend into the brewing night;
this valley becomes the domain
of nocturnal creatures. Nighthawk,
owl, and fox hunt mice; small lives.
Tonight one predator will drink the blood,
feed on the soul-- Mine.

The first bite stung; the second one
still burns, but I stand a chance
to avert the third incision that would
condemn me to living death.

Deathbed

Binding red ribbons
around silken syllables

Adorn me with prose
wash these sea shells
from my eyes

Bereave me
Stroking ashes
from my hair

Let fire
form an alphabet
with color dreams
of capsized sunlight

Meet me in death

Do not look
at my hands

Do not kiss
these opaque lips

They are
too old
to forgive

too young
to forget

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