Stage fright.

Stage fright.

A Poem by dukovan

Spinning off the psilocybin into angel tangents
in every angled aspect,
I narrowly escape.
Getting ballsy on my birthday, putting out that flame,
in spite of rage,
on a focused stage.

I swallow presence upon hours, upon minutes, then seconds.
Emerald beauty devours my legs as I gaze down the yellow brick road.
In my dreams, behind a stage,
I narrowly escape,
page after page,
until I awake.

A beam of light, a bead of sweat,
rolling underneath my tongue,
tasting everyone,
I ever dared to love.




© 2012 dukovan


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I cannot ever give a review to match TLHSS, or would I even try! Your minds are far above mine, but I can tell you that I felt this and that the last stanza hit me hard. I felt a dreamlike...or psilocybin induced... quality but I could follow it. As I said the last stanza really got me.

Posted 12 Years Ago


holy s**t, my man!!!!
you totally caught me off guard once again with this
you may have just re-sparked the music video side of my brain
this was nothing like I expected when i read the title
I'm trying to figure out how to even review this
it's interesting to note how the first two stanzas are layered kind of synchronistically (best word I could muster) and the last part is kind of a transcendent side-note/conclusion/catalyst...hard to put into words, but great stuff man, very distinguished and potent literature and experience here

Posted 12 Years Ago


Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

12 Years Ago

well it's captured and conceptualized amazingly, man..we'll have to talk video and music soon..you s.. read more
dukovan

12 Years Ago

That sounds great.
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

12 Years Ago

looking fwd to it.

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Oconomowoc, WI



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