Poems Of Any Length

[orbsycli]

"my heavily medicated meditation on the last day"

And it goes like this: God's are all up there in the firmament
of Heaven ablaze with Long-lost etheric
scents occuring in the Future
from Your current perspective, as an observer.
-but ya know, like potent flowers-
Truth is.
They're all sick to their energy bodies of our crawling
thru the daylight,
Complaining about the salty sweat
they wring out
which is like the long-lost magnet
of Attracion-


and noises! especially the whispers
that remind them of their filthy Rat products-
O Clothes-
my obligated disguise,
To burn you in a flame
is to know where I'll
Be,

and I left two sofas in my first
and trashed apartment
Due to the realization
i belong near trees, rivers, mountains
and I've never seen a real Sloth.
Fuck this carpet-
This plastic bag says this Mojo Mix is fancy
and ok I suppose I agree
with the bag,
Who's all here?
Just me and a bag of nuts, with colorful
chocolate buds, with raisins.
It's the LAST DAY

THE LAST DAY
AND NO ONE
SUMMER-SAULTS-------

[orbsycli]

whistling,
a short burd stuck in orange boots almost up to her
knees hops on the black line,
the elevator side
and slides down on her ass,
Gathering momentum, careening toward
the first floor.
It was a beautiful thing to see something so beautiful,
unexpected,
Not that I really ever expect,
but you know-

[orbsycli]

I'm about to improvise.
Ready, set, go:



Like the most beautiful woman,
with the most luscious strawberry lips
that curl, and wrap,
that seem to shine
but that's just your cum
My smoke
I smoke plants in a stance
Stretch posture
and inhale into thou
breasts, beneath
lies my soul You can see it!
Like a laser in the fog.
Such passion for the earth
causes me to fucking sprawl
out there, outside,
Taller in the grass
smaller than a mushroom my mind's
like yours,
duh.

[orbsycli]

no that That was enough for me,
I swear once I heard santa
jingling when I put my ear to the chimney.
This proves that all kids are high,
(on life) Some Love Says
that I musta been trippin'
But I knew,
I KNEW
I KNEW HE Was there
so I heard the crack of the whip
and ran to the . .
bed.

[orbsycli]

i write,
i write,
and i write all night.
I've been writin' since
I got off work babe,
s'all I do is smoke
and eat
and write, mmmhmmm

Then I start tapping
and I forgot about I
and there's a mind meadow
just waiting to occur.

[orbsycli]

Fuck yeah,
You're looking at the puddle I spit.

[orbsycli]

black hat,
black box,
above black
lights behind,
black cock
is easy to find
ON THE INTERNET

[orbsycli]

In the internet, I mean
O the lounge!
I love the lounge, O Tormod do you come here
in your cloak?
My friend how are your strings?
How is your relationship with resonance?

I'm curling and crying
and clinging
CLUTCHING
but I let go and
am amused at the thought
of Picasso

[orbsycli]

Like snakes?
See if you have
what it takes
to kiss one?

Vibes, man.

[Tarantism]

there's a middle aged woman,
she is dragging her feet
she carries baskets of clothes to the laundry mat
while the mexican children kick rocks into the street
they laugh in a language i dont understand
but i love them....why do i love them?

well the neighberhood's dimming as i smoke on the porch
and watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars
and on their faces just anger or disappointment
i start wishing there was something i can offer them
but what could i offer them?

well when they are sad in their suburbs
robots water the lawn
and everything they thouch gets dusted spotless
so they start up believing they havent touched anything at all
and the cars in the driveway only multiply

but they are lost in their houses
cause i hear them singing in the showers
and making speaches to their sisters on the telephones
saying "you come home, hey you come here
dont stay so far away from me,
this weather has me wanting love more tangible,
something i can hold, cause its gettin' cold."

well i say hold up a fist to the flame in the sky
and block out the light that is reaching for our eyes,
cause it would blind us...

well i have locked al my actions in the grooves of routine
so i may never be free of this apathy
but i still await the letter that is calling to me
she sends me pictures of her feelings in an envelope

ill scribble back
"come for the week, you can sleep in my bed
and then pass through my life like a dream through my head,
it will be easy cause ill make it easy.

but all i have for the moment is these words to pass the time
and some simple scheme to keep my fingers busy
and some words that are sure come back to me,
and they will be laughing at my mediocrity.