Posts Tagged ‘hurricane’

vortex

 

Through a vortex of spinning stars forming light circles- concentric tunnels rotating

A kaleidoscope evoking fallen feelings- a hall of mirrors reflecting a multiverse of images of beautiful aliens

Take me disappearing down the tube to nowhere- blatant and absorbed in self but maybe somehow cool

With no particular means of conveyance besides mind and passions remembered in jackhammer japes

With no dead density of delusions besides the naturally paranoid- each arcane moment replays then fades

Animus assails me as I blunder down life’s crooked path of unpredictability- random rivers of events ebb and flow

Hyper hijinks shatter depression and good companions ease the path towards the sunset of death

Hurricane love is a daydream  that echoes through brain like ripples in a pond – opening out into flagrant blooms of neurotransmitters

 

Implicit conversations and traumatic tattling down octopus internet meme war bubbles

No sleep without dreaming almost believing never conceiving what might be afoot

No more Mogadon madness from depths of sleep

Feeling artificial like a plastic rose

Plumbing the interior and finding deadly dirt

Caressed by Abilify to chill the mood icicle cold

Catch enthusiasm from air like moths

Magnify good vibes

And to never wilt

Persist

 

colinbarnettA collection of discombobulated dreams won’t bring the government down

A miscellany of lesbian porn won’t bring the government down

A torrent of sharp toothed snakes won’t bring the government down

A pile of dirty washing won’t bring the government down

A vast herd of guinea pigs won’t bring the government down

A raging ravaging fire won’t bring the government down

A gibbering ghost won’t bring the government down

A philandering platypus in cargo pants won’t bring the government down

A transient burst of noxious gas won’t bring the government down

An avalanche of unreconstructed mens rights activists won’t bring the government down

A hurricane of hooligans armed with dildos won’t bring the government down

But dropping a shitload of poetry books on Colin Barnett’s head might bring the government down

 

 

Half a point of ice and twenty milligrams of morphine
Is a pleasing combination
Stick it in your arm it will do you no harm
There’s nothing like that moment
When the blood squirts into the syringe and I know I’ve hit the vein
Then I push down the plunger
A hurricane candy rush shoots up my veins and into my brain
Sweet tingling all over my body
Feel like I’m flying and sinking at the same time
Sinking into the opiate mind-bath while buzzing from the speed
Chemical kicks in the succulent moon-light
Pharmacological fun-times on a Friday afternoon
Let it rush over me
Let it rush through me
Then it’s time for a cone
Warm fuzzy marijuana mind-blur breaks over my consciousness
And the cocktail is complete

winona3

I don’t want a woman I keep in a box
To be bought out for fun-times and night-time pneumatic clinches
With electro-mechanical naughty bits and inflatable boobies
Plastic and rubber and no brains at all
The blank emotions of a thing, a doll, an illusion
I don’t want an identikit air-brushed Amazon who only cares about how she looks
Or a narcissistic emotional vampire sucking out my life force like a succubus
I don’t want someone cruel or cold or emotionally unavailable or upwardly mobile or high maintenance
I want a woman with a warm, open heart, with luscious kissable lips and heavenly curvy hips
A gorgeous woman with wonderful boobies and the soul of an artist
Bursting with love and affection for me, and compassionate with everyone
I am not a fussy man or a player
Six beers and I’m anyone’s
I don’t think I’m asking too much
Perhaps I am
Deep down in the cell of my hurricane heart I worry that I’ve already met my ideal woman many times
But she was never interested in me