Be sure
This is for you
Mystic purple vein
In folds of blackened blue
Extending milky arm
Beyond the sparkling black exterior
Of the lucky charm
Dangling from the wrist of our lady Utopia
Jangle us, rub us, extrude good luck
As we play around oblivious
To the games above…
A tug o’ war between Gods!
Riding Chariot Earth
The Giant-Baby-Blubber-God of Birth!
Tugging invisible umbilical threads, bringing close
The morose and shrunken, leather-skinned Daddy of Death…
Put his alkaline eyes to the acid test
Look into his spiral pupils and let
Your second sight emerge from the back of his head
Like the first time you slept
Leapt into worlds beyond those we let
Exist, no friction in the fiction of my life
I ride the helter-skelter slide
Thru truth and lies…
I hide inside the outside world
A clam in his shell suffocating wisdoms pearl
Propelling himself with his jabbering jaws
He’ll talk and he’ll talk ’til words mean no more…
No less than the most compassionate caress
From the silken psalms of the Goddess
Would put Peace in the rest
Of this bulbous beast.
And Peace is a must
For the release of us
When deaths wrinkly starfish grip
Snatches the lucky charm from our lady’s wrist
And casts us back into the abyss
Where the ego twist
Tickles our feet as we shift
Between spinning paradigms…
Make up
UR Mind
Death's wrinkly starfish grip...