*Frying* 05.06.2013

I'll laugh myself to death if that's what it takes
Stare at the sun until my brain boils
Sweep this cement floor until my heart aches
Is it possible to reach nirvana doing simple waterbag
Arm curls

I live in the grass outside my window like
Honey I Shrunk the Kids
The blue sky is my mind's playground like
An unreturned acid trip

Empty page with plenty of ink
Stamps addressed to Between the Bars blogspot
This damn peeling ass painted cinderblock
Eats you. I swear it! And like duck tape want
To violently tear the fucking shit off

Seeing dandelions half killed with Round-Up
Only flowers, no leaf, sticking heads above neon grass
The day they go to seed I celebrate
Defeating oppression solitary comrade lions poetically
Leaves like love or God in Heaven - ultimately
Unnecessary accoutrements

The undertaker will replace my blood with formaldehyde
Finding that it takes twice as many pints
One's soul resides in blood - that's what they say
And like the possessed man in the Bible with hogs
Spirits been coming. And coming. Elbows and knees
Pinches and punches

Heard an angel, a spirit once as a boy
Seen its countenance white like Gwen Stefani's hair
It spoke in a tongue I couldn't understand
Similar to Saddam's heard on CNN trial
Preceding being hanged

All this. This place. These words. Dust
Can rattle the airwaves like whales moan in water
Air bubbles. Spittle. So much meaning in a gesture
Whether dorsal fin, smile, pipe bomb
Or finger

So I sit with sore muscles composing images
Attempting to convey bright personages feeling
It's all about losing any bravado or pride
When a man slips running seriously beside a pool
And falls. And hurts. And is embarrassed

And people laugh. And he becomes mad. Just a second
That's hell. But then the pretty colored swimsuits
Jiggling with unhinged laughter below pretty teeth
He sees the beauty in being funny
That's heaven

Laugh ourselves to death if that's what it takes
Provide incoherent passages if that's what it takes
I live in the blue sky outside my window