Quatrain coroner

morning glory,
the wave rolls back.
velociraptors steal
my tractor beams

along the river
we shiver
eggless in our past slowconvulsions
whipped by wind

to dance a plank into
new morning
golden pink halos and thin air
balancing on a log

I tiptoe through the forest
with my heart set on a frog...
Have you seen Bufo?
She's a Toad . .

the muktuk seeps through bark
and releases the flying ear
that hears the sitar structure
of spectral groans

http://www.last.fm/music/Orbsycli/_/Brugmansiac?autostart

 

psychedelics much?
So out of touch
bring me into harmony
open my third eye and let me see

Contained by endless vision
crying out to the sky
let me see
wandering my mind down a river

seeping in to sliver
multiply and then deliver
intellectual giver takes
rejected by few accepted

society weights
the giver elates
end of the line
spiral

 

"don't ask me
ask the ministry
don't ask me
ask the ministry"

 

I heard you pixelate
let alone disintegrate
come together, assimilate
don't be late you masturbate

 

father of the minions
glorious is he
whisping up the finnegans
and falling in the mud

 

Shazam!
Locked up in ice
crinkling OOOOOOOO
SHAZAM!

 

Shazam!
barked the bagel
Shazam!
said the snake

 

before I sleep
I'd like to say
that you're all
going to day

 

and then tomorrah
come up for air
oh yayeeyayee
crocodiles dare

 

Golden axions in blackest sandstone
moonlight, sifting strange answers through fingerprints,
and barefoot translations.
The wind carries off synapses . .​

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it's raining, not pouring
ashes, ashes
we all get up again
until transplantation

 

I heard the Japanese
use plants as
speakers, now . .
blooming

arctic biosphere
breathes windy
into my
stale room

 

Ey Yo Zap Zap
Bust A Blue Lightning Snap
Attack Tap
Upside Ya Head

 

robotic chitter chatter
mice performing with bonzai
spoons inside of a
singing bowl?

 

okay
it slinkies,
and crawls around
on hands and lips

 

there is no tomorrow today
so I gutted the brain
I gutted the brain
I painted pretty pictures

 

wandering around blue streets
in a metallic sheering bubble
black eyes trying to sell me
condiments...

 

I have no room for a spare
seaweed symphony rocks
back and forth,
in watermelon radiation

Earth wandering around in circles
putting on ties
around it's broken
neck

 

over and over
again and again
a picnic,
a merry-go-round

 

bubbles on his head
red marks
like blood streaks
the sky?