Category Archives: #mental

LAT DOLCE VITA (the sweet life)

There’d be no unemployment, no crime, no war for profit; no environmental hell
for thousands of good-hearted lives.

You can’t just take so much paper so putting it off would mean at least ten
not calling till the 11th hour and hoping that you’ll forget what you needed —
i’m in a zoo somewhere between silence and (a)the mad hatter’s court of love
where the loneliness could prove impossible; i’ve been way too loquacious all day
all this time i’ve been riding in this very leather-bound bus how’d i get to this
zoo? maybe too much of this
counting bills counting wheat in the fields
counting my cash on the street
counting time in a silence-devoid world
The natural state of mankind is boredom trying to find the meaning in something so small
i’ve got too many words up in my head!
If you see a stranger carrying an extra pair of sunglasses, don’t steal them. We all
have them. They’re free.

Once in a lifetime, you meet someone who seems to have no fear. They don’t blink. They have
nothing to lose. I used to wish there was someone like that in my life, but all I’ve got
is a little bit of fear.

You can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the boy. What can I say?
Lizard-head heartbroken the love has gone — boo hoo you’re so fine, mama
: first wind it and you want to know if I still love you?

YOU, COME IN HERE, DON’T LEAVE until YOU’VE JOKED AND BEEN WRITTEN!
TIME DRIVER, THE NAMECHE MACHINE la dolce vita what a wonderful disguise
and this has been my argument ever since it’s as true today as it was then, for there’s a new king
who’s clothed in human suffering’s radiance treating it like toothpaste to his face
waiting for us to laugh at the pretend form of our wives and to learn from the conman; he’s played
all his own moves, but he’s still just a kid.
So we all shut up, on a rampage of rants and sarcasm to serve the king’s audacity; nobody wins forever
who’s ever been “the funny” when you wanted to be “the wise”?
we’re here to pick up the pieces, we get the job done, we go home
we’ll never see the boy king’s face until the queen’s hair grows back
(and he gets wise and goes home to his queen and gets “the funny” back) if the boy king turnS on us
we’ll all be dead, so, sing, ride, don’t sweat the consequences of casual cynicism, anything goes;

wear my crown and be the greatest boss of all.

i love you.

:: 01.29.2021 ::


ANDRE BRETON is VERY DEAD BUT NOT SURREALISM

THE PRECIOUS terror is realizing
most adults are dead children
or like a day that folds itself into
a basket of reborn night. That long-
necked geese and stiff necks are
either pretending giraffes or self
consumed souls; ignoring the mirror’s
reflecting thoughts introspection
devours it’s own mouth.
Surrealism is hickey upon my heart
that bests freezer burn sunlight any
now. Kiss me you brilliant stupid
fool.

:: 08-30-2018 ::


THE EVERLASTING SECOND

A merry-goes round
tipsy-turbulent turby
Oh Merry’s-go round more
and what are you waiting for?
Is it the rabbit you’re looking for
so far down the rabbit’s hole?
Me–but which book within the Universal
Library should I read? There are an infinite
number of books!
The Light–if you read just one of these books
then you’ve read them all!
Aaaaah oooooh i drift past the moment
with my deep head within the clouds
and zebras on tram trains singing with
undulating umbrellas//simply blown away\\

:: 08-19-2018 ::


Lust Our Kicks

It’s a sun-drenched thought
riding in a dream like me
in the backseat of a
Buick rumble seat

We love our kicks
it’s our treat
being crazy ain’t enough
unless your tough
we love our kicks

There’s a question
on the plastic streets
one that drives me hazy
am I or the others crazy?

We gobblefunk in the trunk
licking the razor’s edge
all in the backseat of my
Buick rumble seat

And we lust for our kicks
a psychedelic moment
in a psychiatric ward
where the monkeys smoke
it ain’t no joke

We lust for our kicks

:: 02-12-2018 ::


TIME STEP STOLEN MOMENTS

Time step; THE stolen moments
where pain stops and dreams
become real.
threaded through the space
of love-eyes as sung-sings
past-present and futures.

Hearts: the mountain’s rivers
released as a knot torn out
of an awakened mind.

The many but few against the
unaware mass of deepest
sleepers denying the One Light!

AND the blazing sun and all stars
unjustly crowded by deep spacing
, and echoes of Divinity –
lies /have greater ripples
fatter, clutching
dimmer light, U-
understand \
as the Earth seizes-weezes
a bloodclot from its global nose.

MindSphere greetings goes wild,
textPerts too,

a darkMuscle-blood, it too
conceals itself folded within
the secrets and shadows it
carries within most humanity.

Reproduction by
fear, greed, hate, and envy

it buds.

:: 01-04-2017 ::


BOOKED A MIRROR TO FOLLOW ME

i don’t care because today i’m so worried sorry!
i’m not scared; i had a piece of mind
on a plate with my own thoughts
for breakfast and citrus in my heart like orange
juice /./so booked a mirror to follow
me and i’m so scared cause today i found
my thoughts living their own life!
a reflection of me
a deflection of life!
a reflection of me
a deflection of life!
oh yea, oh yea, oh yea
i’m doing well laying here
in all white and so lonely
in a bed in a ward for
loony excited minds of
art and words and it’s okay
it’s a reflection of me
a deflection of life!
a deception of reality
a construct of love
and i say i like you
and i pray i love me
and i spray semen all
inside your soul
~~~ blue-white meds of life
i’m not coming back.

:: 07-03-2015 ::