Secular Tuesday

"I was with The Stones in Switzerland and we were out looking for 45 laughs. The Stones says, if it's and buts were candy and nuts then we'd all have a merry Christmas. The blueberries tasted bland, but what do I know about Swiss blueberries ? I've only talked to one antipodes in my life."



Cracking open a battery
To suck its juices dry
Split an atom and drink
The nectar
In hopes to revitalize
Throat the threshold
The city of acidity
Do you realize?
Do you have pity?
Do you have real eyes
Or revel in lights remitting?
There are skies that can shape
Glass into sand
And seas that can fill clouds
She drinks from a broken bottle
And fidgets on her holy shroud.


She's in the arsenic prison
Dedicating poison to us
Performing tricks &
Pretending she's in the
Circus of circumstances
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{[(On the moon once I was talking to these Aliens that spoke through sacs of water in their throats, bubbling jargon and speedy fretting and strumming of carbon hydrated calcium strings that overlapped the theme of hooka afternoon on the Moon)]}




We got lucky with bop it
Sobrius sober
Lucky 40
What?
I don't know where to go right now or what to do I think I'll just drive around a bit in the night and the silence and the stillness and breathe in the night air thru the cars motor inhale breathing in corrupted thoughts of stillness in hockey willingness and trees glow and mailboxes that Stan and ponder and weeds that grow in silence songs are stopping in Wheeling them selves all the way to become a Crimson mean you're right developed evermore through it's common bright hallucinating Fahrenheit's common worth and bike lanes with broken tires and rubber in trails. Places you were supposed to go and skies you were supposed to ponder wheels you were supposed to spin is you're supposed to spend in tongues you were supposed to spin spin me around why don't you. Genetic who hallucinogenic's genetic hallucinogenic's faster go faster you to slow where is my third second and first kisswhere is my secret? Where's my period spell the word.


Go down: growing younger

(I divided myself from my skeleton)


Yellow journalism equates burnt eyeballs upon a altering equation music all do but huh


Is there really
cold in the curve of soufflé cup
wonder
Growing young in the cold sense
wonderings go down
where why
goldens go down into the Goldson of plastic dooms
wondering cold and
sorrow weeping of cries until tomorrow
where is my plastic bag
where is my golden retina
where are my broken pieces.
Tuesday comes until tomorrow
where is my borrow
what is this soufflé

(It's funny how people are afraid to let someone drink out of their water bottle because they don't want their saliva to touch their lips, but yet people are eating dead animal parts and not even thinking twice about it)

want to cope
she asked me
and then I told her
she could borrow my dreams
if you wanted to swim
in a sea of sand
I cannot fathom life anymore
because of all the paints paints pains in the sky
and soon the ants in the trees dance and
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Author's Note

Poems with Siri and Gastron

Reviews

[Gaston Villanueva]

Great memories, some of which i had forgotten about
Sucking the juice out of a battery and the souffle part stuck out to me
The framework of your writing gets cooler and cooler as well