I took the bad pill with the other.
My generation collapsed in on itself
and down I fell.
The rotting black hole in the floor
was too small for my big head, however.
Beetroot: Its pure liberation food.
How was I to know it when I rejected benediction
from the Hindu monk?
Denial is a wilted cauliflower.
You just taste and refuse to accept your course in nature.
That’s why I took to bare-naked surfing.
It keeps my special parts cool
but far between the cracks my sublimicity crawls on all fours,
tongue to the concrete jungle absorbing the universe through rose buds.
Do you need for me to follow you to beyond the horizon, my friend?
I'll take that trip with you if you want to be my elevated guru.
Superconsciousness is an arkanoid fairy whispering the seeds of heresy in my inner ear after all.
Why choose zero when five paths to salvation whirl in your cerebrum?
The homeless thought will captivate your attention with its plea
Feed me!
But you are replete with euphemisms for enlightenment actualization.
Do you even know me, God? I confessed nothing, but a galaxy of infinite
white light canvassed in camouflage drapes behind my gaze.
At least I don't believe in the devil. My third mother was worse than
he could ever be, or so I thought.
Yes, yesterday will be better than tomorrow. Flip that proverbial pancake
on its porous backside will you?
Its time to stop caring about the moments of absolution and reverberate my slub-a-dub against the bathtub of spent misgivings.
What was I even on after all?
Freefall, when gravity failed me.
Supercalifragilistic expialidocious centrifuges
The bad pill. The evil caneevil.
Yes, I took two after I swallowed you whole.
Maybe when I grow young I will stop wondering about all this beautiful confusion
My generation collapsed in on itself
and down I fell.
The rotting black hole in the floor
was too small for my big head, however.
Beetroot: Its pure liberation food.
How was I to know it when I rejected benediction
from the Hindu monk?
Denial is a wilted cauliflower.
You just taste and refuse to accept your course in nature.
That’s why I took to bare-naked surfing.
It keeps my special parts cool
but far between the cracks my sublimicity crawls on all fours,
tongue to the concrete jungle absorbing the universe through rose buds.
Do you need for me to follow you to beyond the horizon, my friend?
I'll take that trip with you if you want to be my elevated guru.
Superconsciousness is an arkanoid fairy whispering the seeds of heresy in my inner ear after all.
Why choose zero when five paths to salvation whirl in your cerebrum?
The homeless thought will captivate your attention with its plea
Feed me!
But you are replete with euphemisms for enlightenment actualization.
Do you even know me, God? I confessed nothing, but a galaxy of infinite
white light canvassed in camouflage drapes behind my gaze.
At least I don't believe in the devil. My third mother was worse than
he could ever be, or so I thought.
Yes, yesterday will be better than tomorrow. Flip that proverbial pancake
on its porous backside will you?
Its time to stop caring about the moments of absolution and reverberate my slub-a-dub against the bathtub of spent misgivings.
What was I even on after all?
Freefall, when gravity failed me.
Supercalifragilistic expialidocious centrifuges
The bad pill. The evil caneevil.
Yes, I took two after I swallowed you whole.
Maybe when I grow young I will stop wondering about all this beautiful confusion
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