It ended in a spatter of black dots

A spate of sputters that amounted to nothing

Pitter patter against the walls drip drip drip

Littered a litter of offspring into the avenue

More liters to be consumed and more gas fumes to be produced

We’re all doomed but that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for a lifetime of being high

But I’m locked into a room yet interconnected to all the toxic tubes

Losing sleep over rubix cubes

Planning plots and nocturnal ruses to unloose and unleash upon the few

Igniting fuses to enlighten shaded groves and frighten owls

Music true to losing usefulness and succumbing to hooligan fruitlessness

Remember the promenade of somber December

And white oleanders swaying and ganders

Frisbee ricochets across the fender threw a bender

Always a lender never send a letter of compassion or compensation

Bartender understanding better hectic settings

More than I’m letting on but before you know it’s gone

With the wind into the din spirals higher until it’s mixed into the peat bog mire

Unfettered and unbashful like a child no regrets nothing reviles

Nothing known about rules and tools and restrictions and predilections

Laws and litigation, propaganda stations, racing to vacations

Escape to the land scaped by Van Gogh’s hands

Ran and ran but never reached the sun had to stop at the beach

Everything teaches but also leeches from the lifeblood until the fire expires

Leaders and followers taller but hollower in the mind unable to repine

Refine words into misconceptions and wrong directions

Sections edited out to increase clout and seduce the devout

Lousy lout but no one found out there was no victorious shout

So stout we stood but lines were mowed over and clovers were cleaved

Until the very depths teethed and contracted and expanded and exploded

And unfolded untold histories ancient mysteries

Albino to gray exposed to one day of infrared

That said, photovoltaic lasers encompassed and tasers swallowed all again

Devouring until the secret was sealed to all but the seven seers

And divinity was claimed and fame was achieved and all believed

Leafy sheathes that quashed all guns swords and pens

With inward lenses and philosophical treatises that left the old ways smouldering

To decay until one day the tides would change again...

 

Ran to the Elysian meadows and saw halos and daydreamers

Still preoccupied with what was inside felt they had been the butt of lies

But by then their minds were fried and free will was tied into a matrix

Of expectations and math equations

Will it ever be torn asunder

Perhaps in a blunder of a flurry of furious thunder

Originating from down under

Propelled by lumberjacks raped by taxes

Integrated into Solaris system

Intergalactic faxes

Machines that beam binary streams across rippling seams

In the universe well-versed in catching e-rides at speed of light

But tied into notions that rely on ageless potions of Hector and Archimedes and Socrates

Evolution is slow motion or no motion to tell you the truth we’re still Trojans

Folded up into footnotes and lost in black holes irrevocable and irrecoverable

Toil in the mental temple to form multiple levels of perception

Only causing distress unproductive at best destructive at worst and it hurts

To see the pain lurch in leaps and bounds majestic like hounds

But a harrowing experience that causes symptoms of delirium

Raging reptiles brave cageless cables across silver skies

Fables sighed out in front of my eyes congeal and divide multiply and ride

Slides and slideshows of low points and hi-lights

Fights and futures and sights that tamper as to temper torture

Your perceptions may be a swirl of mercury but reality won’t budge

According to sages it’s just a hunch something to do

While we’re bored and on board waiting for the Big Crunch

To kickstart with a cosmological fart of shattering magnitude

Makes a great tourist venue for those with idle itineraries

Side effects scariness neck gets hairiness

Static crawls on skin enables to electrically shock

To keep flocks of sheep between narrow lines

Convergent herd single file into the fire

Like lemmings being hemmed into a drop and then flop down onto the ground

No loud sounds but zounds those lemmings make the rounds

Like waddling penguins paddling pointlessly in liquid lakes

Round and round they go but never find home

Left to roam eternally their fates mercilessly preset

Programmed to hold back flowing like a dam filled with sand

Muddy mixture of salt and fixtures

Grass and hash seeds to help plant new trees

To grow in resurgence reemergence into long lost verdance

Enliven and enrage enough to engage a certain some to strive

To open bottles inside the cerebrum and heave them at buildings

But reality still won’t budge

It needs a nudge of nuclear proportions and deathly distortions

To change the fortunes of urchins trapped under the stone structures

Bounce and burgeoning boomerang of repulsion and burdens brought but not sought

Rescind this kin into the wind aspire to attain kerosene kiln kindling

Finishing touches added by brushes of lush green seamless ferns

That turned wild when poured into vials of electric eclectic eccentric elixirs

And finally reality became fallacy

And lastly I declared that nothing was really there

And what you make of it is what you take from it

Because there’s nothing real behind the smoke screens and what you feel

Is liable to kneel down and accept crowns of falsehood

So don’t believe what you see and don’t feel what you believe

Because any minute it can leave it’s just like a hoax of smoke

Toke it and suck but soon as you’ve hit the crutch you’re out of luck

And pirouettes pile highly into the sky

Tumbling upwards in expressions of anti-gravitation

Levitating while paper shreds combine with lethal lead to create new legends

 

18 May 2004 (2 am)