joker, keep laughing.
orange blossoms floating down the staircase.
will some grilled salmon sate?
unfiltered spring water thrown back,
yes, and some cool draught of sound.
until the breathtaking vista cracks,
wait here, wait soft, but wait.
some like to scrub their mind with wicker;
some, to eat their pumping heart.
(delicious, but unsettling, wet lips)
wildcards throw down, tip the table,
slide the scales right off.
gold bars clattering all around,
cling, clingity, clang.
but, o, joker, keep laughing.
there’s no gullible think that won’t be,
with gravitas and with scorn, thought.
worms crawling in the clutter,
feeding on the armchairs and out-of-tune
pianos; this trash is fading fast!
Very cool I like this alot, its very 4-ho if you dmt what I mean? (fungus)
like a mexican border town at halloween/day of the dead mid-night movie dream.
I am crawlintwoel on livejournal
Im adding you to my list of people to rummage.
again, thankee for the yesses, padre.
i shall atleastwise peruse your jrnally thing.
i get yr chatter about the fungi,
though it’s not dmt-‘spired if that’s what you mean ter ax.