Incredible Edibles

Incredible Edibles

A Poem by Jerusalem Cricket
"

This is your brain. This is your brain on drugs.

"
my intention is
to create this
uncomfortably wonderful
unsterilized environment
get high off the light
of seventy small fires
fall in love with the kind
that could kill for hire
get a job buy s**t
keep it quiet then expire
nil in its entirety
fluid in its movement.

this is textual ambiguity
the rest is inaffectual
doses of good old
uhmerican ingenuity
like conceptual moses
roaming thru the
goddamn desert for
forty years

leave him alone
he doin his thang.

he's tryna find his consciousness
truant from the ensuing madness
nothing here is as it seems still
I promise you there
ain't s**t to fear.

the people want
consumable truth
available for daily use;
they like being choked
& smoking the cracks
in the broken mirrors
also know as home.

a single empty room
& it doubles as a tomb.

how queer.

© 2015 Jerusalem Cricket


Author's Note

Jerusalem Cricket
Methodology.number dos.

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Stream of conscientious is always a weird trail.... and yet I followed it....damn what does that say about me. Nice effort ( : O )

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jerusalem Cricket

9 Years Ago

it says all kindsa weird stuff. it's cool though. haha, thanks.
It feels very beat generation (I like the beat generation). You do a great job challenging the pursuit of wisdom through drugs/MD philosophy. There are flickers of what seem to be revelation, but how sure can you be, when even your reflection peers back through 'broken mirrors'. Great stuff. Keep it up!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jerusalem Cricket

9 Years Ago

thanks yall I really appreciate it

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Added on April 19, 2015
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Stuck in the tumbleweed trap on the outskirts of the World's Largest Meth-lab; the Art Gods keep me safe and sane. more..

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