The Decay of the Color Indigo

Sanctimonious scriptures

sleep in the sand, dreaming of being read. 

Salvage the visions and keep them in your eye pockets. 

Swallow kaleidoscopic organs and hallucinate volcanic memories 

and jewels exploding into your colorless irises. 

Collecting rocks instead of coins and 

leaves instead of dollars and living off of the air that is free. 

Gulls soar the skies to see the spark of the sun ignite the life in the world. 

Melting rubber and eating sand is the daily thrill. 

Bugs crawl again in between the cracks in our skulls and also on willow roots. 

The Moon is always out. 

You swim in the ocean of salt and ice and expect to be swallowed

Paranoid of contact though there are eight billion souls disappeared forever

The birds still fly and the bugs still crawl but the clocks don't ever tick. 

The Moon is always out...

Alyce dances before the class.

Look in between the 

Horizon Line

The Valley

of Death has swallowed every last dream,

Every flicker of life gone,

in the Void I float aware of my obliviousness [nonexistence]

“I want to tell you how frustrated I am with all of this noise.”

“Hey Jack, where'd you get that bottle?”

Where did it come from? And from who and when? I try to salvage a memory and conjure a retrospective analysis of the past hours (but the banks in my memory are empty). There's

not a lot of 

   color left in my eyes, but I get around emeralds without. 

I cannot remember anything...

O, the Horizon Line blinks and 

we        are        fooled        that another     day     has      passed,

that it is a new day,   though the

Sun                    has forever lied 

The Days Never End      and the 

Clocks  continue  to  pulse  their 

monotonous Existence  (False?)

“Hey wake up, Jack.”

When did the celebration even begin? Last year? 

      --Hawaii is too Lucid for my Bowels--

DARKNESS is so vast in itself I cant help but fall deeper into myself...

I don't feel a hint of gravity: [Lucid-Lunia]empty

I am blind.

“I don't think he's going to wake up.”

Miraculous Sight, I beckon you back!

“Me either, Lets go...........”

           …..there is a lapse inside, or is it just the ghost in my head? The geometry of decay and the symmetry of blossoming bosoms aligns perfectly with the moon. Like standing in a fridge and photographing croquet matches. There is no money involved in being bored with the impossible existence of everyone and everything. How dare you!

If you pretend to be introverted 

you will [essentially] begin to feel the Earth succumb to the pressure (heavy) of the past (TIME)...

“Stop staring at me.”

“I don't have enough Tupperware.”

I can recognize without any sight of eye

there are pyramids underneath the ground

with secrets buried within them.

“Should we leave a note on Jack in case he wakes up?”

WHYCANTIWAKEUPFROMTHISDREAMTHISBLACKNIGHTMAREOFEMPTINESSANDDESPAIRANDDEATHANDDARKNESSANDSMOKEANDREFLECTIONSOFYOURSMILEAFTERYOUDECIDEDTHATWEWEREALLTOOBUSYFORLAUGHINGNOWADAYSWHEREAREYOUWHEREAREYOUWHEREAREYOUWHEREAREYOUWHEREAREYOUWHEREAREYOUWHEREAMI

“Yeah, HA, good idea.”

WHEREISTHELIGHT

ALLIWANTISTOSEETHESUNANDTHEMOON

SCREAMINGSCRIPTURESSODDENSSANCTIMONIUSSORROWSSUSPECTSECRETSOSOON

“What did you write?”

[my brain has melted out of my ear..............

 

….........soul drained from my nose.....

….dreams fizzing from my mouth....]

“'Don't forget to remember'”

“Hey whats that slimy s**t all over the couch?”

“Pennzoil, they poured it in his ear when he passed out.”

“Oh.”

A life based on accentuating life not for money but for the hype where the moon sleeps is where I will meet you tonight [not a poem] Am I right?

Change your perspective. That's the secret. Garner yourself praise by picturing a toilet digital. Look out the window at the lions and the beautiful people outside.

“But they're so ugly.”

Exactly.

LUNAR ACTIVITY 

[lunatic]

Part 1: Waking UP

everything outside of my head is driving me mad. 

I get blue balls when I play miniature golf with you. Really? Oh, yes. Well. Haha.

Where are the overlapping frames of our interactions? " draw draw " Even if it rains I 

will still sleep outside.

Have all the

yesterdays of false realities

led up to this very

moment?

How

Convenient of the

clock to tick

At such

An hour.

The bamboozled blonde reduces her soul to old dreams.

Dreams of Mediterranean blood and water and souls buried deep in the rich soils of the past merge into this present hour which isn't really even here.

Trust that her heels will carry her to my door once again. Twenty times will she knock on the peeling black paint of the entrance to my private affairs and I purposely wait another twenty knocks to arouse her hastened angst. I can feel the vibrations before me and grow aroused in my pockets deep, and ashamed I become at my unwanted arousal.

[waiting]

Those are words we say

Aren't they not?

Knots and bubbles

And tiny thoughts

That supposedly smell rosy

Better than pots and teas and

leafs of green O salsa suspects

Like I said

There's always a lie to tell

Yourself

To get you

Out of the mud

We call

democratic landslides

bureaucratic cherry pies

Of all the times

I chose to get high

Why did

I choose

To watch Fox News?

Damn, she had an a*s, tho

D****t I forgot what to say...

(let me call you back, I have to wake up)

This is all a bunch of bullshit

At the end of my deep dream of desolate depths of diamond death 

I awake in a stench of foreign chemical product of artificial extremities providing heat for the insinuative depth and movement of industrial rape for the benefit of visual scavenger hunts.

*today we are looking for circles.

Secret seeds sprout silence

Salivary sentences secrete soil

Seconds seep so slowly

Silly Stories sought sleep

Several seamen sail south

Seeking seventeen sour sassies

Setting suns surprise shallow stars

So You are the one from Mars? 

Author's Note

Try not to think about it too much.

Reviews

[Crusty Pizza Stain]

definitely some gems in there. the one gripe I have, is that you didn't use the word scrotum in it. Not that I like dudes like that, because I don't. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Stop accusing me of taking it in the rear.

[ZackOfBridge]

As advised I did not think about it too much and allowed each block to be its own and there are some real gems in there. Like the bit about pennzoil or blue balls and miniature golf, that s**t made me laugh. I felt that angst and despair though, specially when you hit me with THATBLOCKOFCAPS, like damn. Indeed.

[Chadvonswan]

Hahah thanks bra, thanks Golden GATE (:

[Laura Lynn]

Somebody say something,

I hope I don't comment to often so to squelch out incentive for many to review here, but I like to comment to show the person I read it and then to prove to myself and to the other person that I am learning

[Chadvonswan]

We are all learning, as oblivious as we may be.
Thanks for reviewing and reading! (: