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turn back now or else proceed with caution, color coded shards shrouded by urban sprawl. a distress signal, save our ship if you will, strobe lights descending on a crazy tripped-out city. warning to all violators and trespassers, the golden age is upon us, your supreme court decisions have been overturned. i guarantee these psychic vibrations to be entirely universal, dangling from saxophone solos, in ancient gardens obscured by too much punctuation. crackling static radiate your forehead, train wreck of eyelashes and arms folded staring at the shoelaces. compounded by kitchen appliances, seatbacks and traytables in upright and locked position. go on strum your guitar blow your horn, so this is what you were talking about. never believed i'd see past the days of chapped lips, brushing cheeks accented by sound of insects buzzing. tropical hemispheres visit me now pick up on your meaning without speaking. on the brink of spiraling staircases, suffering knuckles and fists in accidental harmony. stuttering inaudible verbiage behind native purgatories, useless spectrum of religious typewriters clinging to your blanket, immersed in the sheets. elaborate circuitry and passing lanes on interstellar highways, left to wonder who really has the right of way.
standing attentive to an assemblage of tantric trances, bear witness to crimes against humanity, jettison your doubts here before we do it for you. oh feeble firefly, feathers are falling from the firmament. furniture enslaved whole civilizations just as compact discs unveiling a scenario stained, salty suspicions suggesting the synthesis of silence. handheld verses in all their false splendor, layers swelling and swirling with a fleeting inertia. scent of fruitless ambitions anchored to the coral, tied down by ropes in knots, adjust your mast, merely a blip navigating faintly over blue-green sea slopes: who is the captain here? your treasures are all sunken. invoke the sign of eroded pyramids, overture of lepers eating apples and oranges. telescoping distant triangles, lottery predictions magnified our postcard passions. i anticipate your full compliance, as the perfection of zen yearnings and strokes of luck in an air-conditioned room. gentle and terminal constellation, so shy and confusing, each day you make me wake up mindful of the cataclysm of galaxies which will end it all.
playgrounds demolished to make way for graveyards, suburbs turned into wasteland. swingset logic and carousel charisma folded in half, fallen crescendos flickering next to exposed genitalia. tapestries frayed at the edges by chance of horoscope destiny. Saturdays slurred in slow motion, photographic panorama captured on camera lenses. pause the tape, open the flood gates, unlocking painful answering machines. elusive convenience and broken escalators, surely this sentence is a disaster, shifting gears into neutral. find yourself a bomb shelter and hibernate, dazing in and out of dim seasons. fire drills only false alarms, teaching me how to shine like a bird in perpetual migration. contrary to popular belief, sleepwalking is the seed of uncharted gymnastics. acrobatic skeleton, scattered upon jet-lagged jealousy. the market has crashed, your dollars and euros and yen are as good as cotton candy. zombies in the unemployment line, bathroom stalls and crowding the urinals. winner of musical chairs, fishing starstruck innuendos i've had just about enough of this styrofoam. dramatic karma dashes in a flash, inner monologues on the megaphone are louder than ever. i'm a genuine cheater with a boring lexicon, using axes rather than scissors. in the wink of an eyelid we have arrived at a maze of pendulums, racing and culminating in brand names or yes/no questions. answering birth gone up in flame and smoke, hunted for sport, Californian zodiacs dispelling brutal honesty. radiator hums into my subtle campfire brain, brooding microcosm of fools grasping mops for sweaty puddle pools. wine under the guise of a standard issue bracelet, bridging the grapes with sacred wrists and flashlight curiosity on dead end roads. exaggerated eyebrow fortress of turquoise and lavender, speak now or forever hold your peace. too much drugs and machinery. bones on the verge of breaking and intrinsically weak, i am retracing all my steps to figure out just where my serotonin slipped.
behold my bubblebath tactics, sandboxes and flawless crystalline baseball diamonds. rogue stations popularizing garbage, conspirators of vomit and sewage. fuming smokestacks in contrast to palm trees and a mystical rainforest, a hereditary rebellion. obsessed with oil, dancing dreamless with lollipop lullabies and crayon coloring books. i have been issued a license to regurgitate ultraviolet rays with planetary precision and bow-and-arrow accuracy. there is a misunderstood genius with an encyclopedia mind in every American town, wound up in the gutter next to the sidewalk. paradise of mobile homes in trailer parks, emergency room urgency and bloody bandages, bruised and swollen please call an ambulance. habitually translating chronic telephone poles, it's a suicidal satellite state, allergic to archery, there are revolving doors from coast to coast. monsters under the bed and in the closet, in chains and handcuffs, soul songs sewn depending on whether the weather weeps. denim and corduroy assassin selling you hell for a portal of hours and minutes. we are in obvious territory here, sleeves and collars up, listening to a telepathic chorus of symphonic brilliance. follow the instruction manual exactly, automatic aphrodisiacs saturated and insatiable. my crown sparkles and glistens, rattles like a snake submerged in mud and clay. once right and wrong have skidded to a screeching halt, i was just kidding.
