Posts Tagged ‘tobacco’

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Will you be there?
I will be there with my many friends
I will get drunk and stoned and run a humungous muck
I will hit on all the single women and attempt to be interesting
And some woman may find me interesting
Come on, it has happened before
Occasionally
There will be some cool bands there churning out distorted indie goodness
It will rock like a hit of cocaine
In an intimate vein

Will you be there?
It is likely that someone will choke on their own vomit
Which is a nasty way to go but better than choking on someone else’s
There will be rivers of alcohol and forests of weed
Tobacco and pot smoke will be thick as the conversation
People will exhibit joy and fascination
With each other and with the moments of togetherness
Which grow into an ecstatic peak through group synergy
Then subside into nothingness as everyone goes home to their hangovers

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tobacco mind dissolving in lime-green toxins
every mistake a corrupted jungle of agony
through the doorway
befuddling flickers on retina
slink through with melancholy

cathedrals of kaleidoscopic light
candle-shine moments of iridescence
cellophane flower colours bleed pastel refractions

marred images of virgin maidens
through tangerine spectacles

hypnotized into swine madness
mouths red with sweet wine
breasts proud and perky

in this marrow genesis.
rebel breasts laid by smack dictatorship
fields of rubber asses upturned to greet the night

murder a Sabbath of martyrdom
carbon monoxide oven breath

fabulous squirming maggots in half-light
smoking virgins for Christ

no serenity shrouds this eel brained autocracy
crucified phosphorescence swells anxiety

literary Europe blazing with azure fire
poison beat on heavenly stained glass windows

rictus insect behind neurons
images of a shocked sea
frog green with melancholy

stoned intellect suffuses
green alien happiness

Fractal reptiles
Never open neurons
Of crystal chrysalis sleep

bone tail and shell,
build affectations

spider intake
vulgar toxins
My skull fable bloated with madmen
In the haze of Time
.
simian paralytic
pelting shrapnel purple
morbid consequences
blood-red pulsating monster of energy
ant-brained whirligig

the murder beats a crocodile rhythm
heads bursts
insane with beast tales
of fabulous nightmare lips

multiplying mushrooms spring from a corpse
a dealer for every bent skeleton
that wobbles bones
melancholic around Perth

scandal in marrow
spark-light flicker madness
night predators slay consciousness

poison chrysalis
nipples pointed in the night garden
metastasize
to delectable stoned woman

she sought Eden in the void
And heaven in a grain of wheat
Hopelessly, hopelessly

and the meat rhythm makes a pox of smoke
.
his mortal image on a cross
Night-time maggot armies
Make new legends

Rebel dance of light
full vegetable as a Bible,

open head fungus
wobbly images from nightmares
smoking wit
Eden is alright tonight

Near a certain Jericho

Walls fall
Trumpets blare
The blind conspire

empathy clouds meat head beat

rumbling guy drinks breasts to dregs

sweethearts sense bedazzling bulbous mountains

Cigarette-butts
Bumper-hunting I will go!
Bumper-hunting I will go!
I look like a joke when in search of smokes.
When bumper-hunting I choose to go.
I look like scum, I look like a bum.
Everybody knows.
I go for a walk and pick up bumpers,
In car-parks and  railway stations,
Then I feel in my brain a peculiar sensation.
I really don’t care what they think.
What I need is a smoke and a drink.
When bumper-hunting I do go,
I don’t care if it’s against the flow,
And I don’t care if everybody knows.
And if I get lost or disappear,
At least I’ll have some smokes and my beard.
And I don’t care if people think I’m weird.