||[Jul. 13th, 2010|07:21 pm]
writings while stoned
to be or not to be?|
that is the answer.
if you have a badgering thought
gophering your third eye
yell, sing, GREEN FROG!
this interruption by something neutral and
meaningless, burns the bridge between
thinking it and
my horoscope told me i'm so beautiful that
i attract other beautiful people into my life.
i need to lasso more dreams and
dress them up 'til they're
concrete enough to lie on
like the belief that everyone is your friend.
Greg, 40 years old and hates his life, walks into the break room.
i greet, "yo waddap, home slice?"
he defended, "you're on something."
i laugh, "Oscar, you're a grouch! but
i love you and i know
you love me."
look at your fingers
burning blood flow
chronic shivering engulfs
all this tension in my mouth
is creeping you out.
all those chemicals in your brain
are making my heart-drum
am i boring god?
waiting for nothing.
i have these big thoughts that
love to play hide&seek;
creeping into the cracks
a baby bird learning how to fly nearly
landed on my head.
throw a blanket over accidents,
lullaby your worries to sleep,
write a letter to your future self every week,
"you're a mess;
get your life together."
prowl around your shadow,
make it confess,
plant a sunshine seed in your favorite vertebra,
watch your inner star grow:
flying against the weather,
floating under the tide
time is a game and you're the hero of it.
there's a blood thirsty beast in us.
teach him better dieting habits and
he'll appreciate your parenting.
dear host, feel free to do
as you please.