"Skull Silk"

Skull silk is the scent that heals I say
Circular breathing scared keys skeletons are reeled I say
Funny like Keenan and peels I say
Skull silk is so good oh how it feels I say
Imagining gnomes elves demons as real I say
Oh skull silk oh how it feels I say
Sweet remembrance of dreams gone away I say
De Ja vu tellings enlightened dwellings I say
There is no way to taste the satori all day
Hedonistic journeys getting high on nature I say
Is the way to transmute all our pain I say
Skull silk is the scent that heals I say
Open up your nostrils and breathe to your brow as I do I say
That intensity that focus that magnet sparkle in your flowering iris I see
The swelling of you brain love tumors let them be as they be
Skull silk is the scent that heals I say
Polka dots orange reds greens and yellows flowering sounds gliding in air like cherry blossoms and rose petals
Skull silk is the scent that heals I say
The web of our lungs the space between our tongues are noses are empty oh what fun it is in the void of every hollow head like a feather falling like to the beat of pendulum swings calling us back to earth logos knows prose of angels comatose
Skull silk is the scent that heals I say
Alchemy in a trice reciprocating your every vice smiling through your every guise hovering around your radiance like fire flies I love your forces full discourses impassioned speech your odor and contortions like a symphony at the beach
Skull silk i experience this and that thank the heads on totem poles and this and that, the aliens the eagle wings the Giza god's and fairy beings
Skull silk is the scent that heals I say
Dart like an arrow this direction every way
Skull silk your perfume catabolizes and polarizes butterflies is the air the worms the maggots the automatic stares the I don't knows the maybes the I don't cares
Forgotten worries laying fully nude as bare as can be like bones to a bumblebee exorcised evil hormones delusions projections angels love deductions
Skull silk is the scent that heals I say
Like the Mona Lisa enigma the fortitude of your own intelligence the beauty in cigarettes and prostitutes the reincarnates of homeless
Skull silk is the scent that heals I say
From the riches the bliss the ecstasy peaceful concentration every third sight will come this way
Skull silk is the scent that heals my sorrow my longing the blessings from those who inspired me and those who have forgotten me those who I did the same to let down and confuse as cultural confusions and timely irreverent relative insensitivity of nothingness of loneliness hopelessness and fantasy
None matters as skull silk is the scent that heals I say
Empty out to skull silk each and every day