WildStickFigure

are these new pillows? cause their not mine waking up in another body, would be a shock to the gonads unless it was a prince of the wilds, that reclines on top of the food chain but who is really on top? We're all expendible guts of disease, up to no good destroying our weather patterns as if it were toilet paper. Fanning our useless corporate positions like gratuity solar cards with an endless beach of credit. And these fucking idiots talk about the mayan calendar like its a UFO courtesy ride to a new frontier and I think I need to fondle my chakra some more, with the long legged seamtress that can deck me out in tremulous splendour. And clip these loose ends and touch up the split and massage the muscle that overreacts. The dream was really nice but did we seriously fuck!! something up to Utah and my pants kept growing longer until I was useless. Tieing the legs off to limbo like a midnight black cacoon, looking up into the shimmering milkyway, a hundred thousand lasers and we would still be animals with our love, godly and beautiful. With the wind and moon I'm turned into a luscious peacock pointed in that direction waiting for the new edge.

Sugar Faith

it was a nice home like so many but a bit trashed now sitting on a ledge with the windows broke for the natural breeze over looking a tiny river that trickles and a dry orange meadow with yellow wild flowers in the day light. Beer bottles decorate the plaza, a line of coke does a shadow with wings and departs, wild homage to the song that travels on wavelength Sirius. Comrades in sexy black, a tribal tongue of a faraway Galaxy, won on the eve of Fall. The homeowners sold out on a deal that was suppose to be "soul saving" and left all the extract, writing in this leather bound book, I'm the only poet who made it on Earth. My solitary figure silhouette trim on this diet of beer and stash for eternity. One of the guests like a bird, spray paints a masterpiece on the wall and begins to color it in with chalk, a display of another world perhaps? The world was green maybe I'll change my mood, my dog is depressed, about her bed, now she lays at my feet and follows me outside stepping over the broken glass, overlooking the Baron Oaks, large old trees and the mellow rush of water and rocks always going. I drink cause my drunk was lost a long time ago and I don't even get stoned anymore, I just use it for nostalgic theres suppose to be some wild mushrooms, that grows in this solar system. Now they can injest just the spore for a real kick in the ass, her lips are so luscious with her pack of spines. She could blow me away with her finger but you see, I'm her Dark Fantasy galactic lover, that gave the world to her, to rule with a supernatural fashion and without old pathetic laws.

Blick

I live in her lipgloss. The lighter that is bustede with a cool picture. We are a complex system of what? A pink flamingo shirt cocktail stir stick impaled Me, Venus says, ' i need to dance your pole-up'. I need to turn the conservative work week into endless holidays out in the wasteland. I need to live in my dreams forever without sleepy fantasyland. The desert rain points lavender cascades of ruby prism runs across the blue field like the Horseman. Free your land with your body, free your body with your mind. Theres a glitch here in my tadpole ankle. Following the jackal across the desert ankh barfoot and hardup. Wine pours from stone birds follow. Who controls anyone by thought. (with a megaphone to my mouth) Everybody is far to enlightened for this greedy over consumed society!!! You haven't kissed yopur shadow worms filled lips and "you've got to be kidding". I grab my crotch like Jim Morrison, 'flog-it your jealous totem because The Cock is coming back in fashion and as savior', falling off the stage a little intoxicated.

Divine Narcissism

I don't run in the velvet cliffs and thick blue sky blood for girls.

I don't look like a super model for girls.

I don't drive fast for ?

I don't make money for girls.

I don't slit my wrists with rose thorns or broken bottles for girls.

I don't pray to Venus for ?

I don't go up into the stars and finish ambrosia before sunrise for girls.

Everything I do, I do for myself.

I don't ride harleys for ?

I don't do drugs for girls.

I don't ejaculate confetti and spin the silk yarn into a concerto for girls.

I don't create an emblem surrounded by angelic fire drawing a pentacle and enchanting a broken down archetype for ?

I don't kiss the funeral rose for girls.

I don't go to LA and fuck in front of a camera for ?

I buy things for myself and not for girls.

I don't create art out of words for ?

I don't write poetry for ?

I don't wear platforms and furs digging my hips into the sensationalized machine sounds for ?

I don't fantisize about being world renown for girls,

but I do get fucked-up, ripped beyond belief, torn to the seams were my threads show and the scars from tumbles, all specifically and for the soul worship of divine narcissism and collatoral bruises on the field of over charged sense, surrounded by angelic source and power direct, for girls that like to strip.

Playa Dough

When the mind is free, naked stripped pinnions blown in dazzling colors across the waste, tuned to all night raves that never end and more than willing to hijack your passport body and use it in a indecent stomp. The cheering hissing explosive viper vibrant smiles across the far flung. While Nicolas drug kingpin who lives in RV's rant's about abductions, keen assassins and no security or body guards and it's true, if you wanted to kill somebody, this would be the perfect place to do it but that doesn't deter. It just makes it more interesting "dangerous fun" Hardware said and Slut Puppy would be an easy target especially with a chick in platforms and pink fur, naked with a squirt gun and a pussy that would eat his heart out. Ripped out of the seams in spiral fire the man burns outside, consuming his prophetic munch. Woman walk without clothes and bikes and cars and space ships and flowers and furry animals the size of a house, want your signature glance and built up worship, confusing your conscious effort to realize the phenomenal potential in Us, all of us, without the stupid bullshit in our profit driven world of exploit. Drugs the color of lemons and happiness the size of europe and anything you want to do and the real danger, that something could get out of control, like your hair wild with the flames that turns your shadow flying madly in the night. This is our Future in the preternatural calm so manifest anything now, that your mind is turned on to brilliant and sensationalized fate. This movie set isn't on a screen, this painting isn't on a canvas, this book isn't in pages but comes out to play and now God is High.