Crystal-Bred For Your Xanadu Reactor/Always Photo A UFO With A Potato

 

to sleep all the hours of the day
i need more hours in the day..

a gonzopolitan urban sprawl
a vast wavering lake of melting scenery
there rippling heat dances off asphalt
a diaphanous net-curtain silvery streams..

parallel lines of lamp post lights
fireflies dangle from matchstick stalks
a splaying lattice work of amber torches
plash and lacquer the speed-freak ants
adorning themselves in the gross metallic
frying pans and colanders above dance
and should you spy one darting its loops
wobble to hold
only and always photo a ufo with a potato
always and only with a potato
and only after the potato is vodka-drunk..

clearworld dreamworld lava
elixirs pour reverse java
i transition to a flame under moon rain
the violet spice peels dimpled lavender
elementals tease the tear
from beyond the celestial realm
come here oh come here..
treaty signed to escape the gravity trapeze
what a tease
what insights are these
so did i really sign up for this..

the whipped cream night so bottle green
travelling beyond the speed of light
the speed of thought
and there you are
teeming in the speed of dark/off dark
so now dear astral you see the light
to do to be do simply..

out-of-body gets me out of here
gets me out of here
i ask my asterisk to see above
no lockdown no masks
no clot-shot jabs
the subtle bodies dance
clench buttocks
for the canned-speech nomenclature ride
you the hesitant/you the denier
twenty-first century medieval witch trials
the new terrorists the heretics
the so-called domestics
watch the bait-and-switch
the nations of concern
to variants of concern
you see it
so many eyes seemingly in jim-jams while apparently awake
soma for the masterplan
trust the science
trust gates..

no clot-shot jabs
no masks for subtle bodies
no mrna no thought-crime
the out of brains are out of mind
hubris ticking out of time..

a spatula of disembodied neurons robe
and off you go
the navel silk rope
filtering to dabble galaxies
or like a kite you float over the city thrum
the swelling orchestral snowflakes numen
the friendly spirits wave
the higher minds plucked keep mum..

hark what tinkling bells are they
what a sweep of choir with harmonium
the quilted coda
sky milkshake third-eye nectar
crystal-bred for your xanadu reactor..

to sleep all the hours of the day
i need more hours in the day..

and always remember
wobble to hold
only and always photo a ufo with a potato
always and only with a potato
and only after the potato is vodka-drunk..