May only be mental, but seems like this is a building period, a gathering period. That is to say, an empty age an age of waiting. Christ on the cross just a man again now that the spirit has left him. Oh, using drugs too much also.
GEOGRAPHY
I.
a strange trip, mariuanna,
and lonesome
electric air
guitar twangs
ultimate expression of self
the urge to be sated
precedes knowing what on
preacher with tumor
silent in the face
of this vision without future
II.
stars sky end of the line
moon game heat of the day
whistle blind stepped on a mine
kidney stink the dark drinks my ink
crumble castle blow it out your asshole
house keys memories the hand moves always
III.
perspective is the field
feeling a basket
of reoccurring fragments
BORED LONELY SLACKER ADDICT
the sum the root the revolution a click
the cog finds its slot
a beautiful full dead end
of blossoms and liquid, a sea of shimmering bodies
laying so open on the sandy beach.
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