do we break platoons and show heart felt insecurities
when analgesic breakfasts dim our senses
shorelines frosted in crystalline sounds
reflecting in their conical circumference
the moon caged in its entirety
with its arms grasped onto the diagonals
dreaming of taking a pill
to wake reaching for the shores
to drift back away
soma sweet chickadees twitter childhood memories
a collective dismantling of our inner adulthood
experiencing exhilaration like falling from an airplane
living in the moment renders the impending catastrophe placid
like outsources of employment and suffering
that significant clustur fucks of infertile patriarchal demands
build kingdoms out of sand in magnitudes of time space somewhere else
where no one could care any less who has what and whats the best
perhaps sparrows could spare a horse from flies and veritable recourse
they speak the same language, dont you know, that is, doing things, inevitable action
if only to flirtatiously ask for more birth control for those humans who certainly need it
coyly observing one anothers momentum as they spin thousands of miles per hour
never moving, yet a buzz of hyperstatic chaos frigidly elastic
locked in elation like the dirt swooning for the sun to come to the earth
but cartoon physics inhibits this prolonged distraction
that plays the part of passion
when passion plays the part vicariously of sweetener
that liquefies our expectations and our knees
tumbling to the ground in unholy sequence
skinned bananas ferment the signs of your awakening
that it tells us if we had never taken the chance we may loose at all cost
which is no cost that precious moment where nothing matters
nothing matter. no thing matters. matter is no thing, its a precious moment
without purpose but the gift .....to experience
