Rated PG-13 for language(I secretly don’t know how to tag it as such, so there you go).
This is also a bit different than my other stuff. I feel weird today. I bet you do sometimes, yeah? Well if it’s today, this is for you!…and, I mean, the rest of you too. Fuck, I….
Trip turned violet
learn and burn for curdled urns.
fast and vialed essence churns
out a separate reality where
trees do naught but listen and climb
while others tend to eat in the recesses of
icy caverns to sustain
every bit of sanity left within the
in betweens of their temples, they
have nothing to do really, that is to say–
I cannot recall a time
when every grained gleaning
started all to call at once for
the rapture of a separate universe and
knew that knowing led to one fact
–I shit you not, this will kill you when you read it–
that everything and nothing are exactly the same.
that all the things you’ve learned have already been learned
and that your death will only result in life.
what the fuck, right?
I don’t know myself,
I’m just here
and we dance this stupid dance of
late bill payments
and broken assets
to one day lie on the side of a street wondering
how that fucking truck thought
going 70 in a 30 zone was even a little bit cool
but that’s fucking life for you
that’s how the cookie burns and floats away as ash
before even a single tongue
can taste what would have really happened
if one had just put chips in it
and wrapped it up
sent it to some child who
for the life of him,
couldn’t get a single sweet.
He deserved that cookie,
but it just burned away.
He doesn’t need anymore god damn