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LSD Revelations

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where?

     Nerves like lightning bolts pulsate with conscious
     electricity.  Carbonated static weaving movement
     through muscle.  Body awareness.
          (corpse fingers prying open ribs)
     Palms moist from decomposition.  Hands that press
     pass mauled flesh.  Severed tissues screech of
     feeling as decay reaches deeper.


what is thievary?

     Canyons carved by alien entities.  The cratered
     pastures of this soil chest, and when sunlight
     hits red earth gaps at just the right angle,
     shadows spill like fragmented skin
     stretching to seal a gorge.
         (cactus tongue tastes for fulfillment)
     Hacking up spiny dust, nettles in esophagus.
     Dehydrated mind deluding reality, percieving
     this desertas a delusion.  Because solar rays
     spit Elmer's Glue through every little gopher
     hole, solidifying bridges of mirage concrete;
     glitter-sand passages.

     Replenishing the kaleidoscope whirpool, punching
     holographic seeds into chrome moon pebbles.  
     Hoping a lil' spinal fluid is all they'll
     need to grow.  'Cause I'd give anything
     to see those lilies sprout flowers of
     confetti.
          (soda sparkling vertebrae)
     Owl eyes widened into firework vision, pupils reflect
     a metallic rainforest.  Dilated images sharp with the
     shapeless shards of frost.  Intense recognition for
     this snowman posture.  He preaches that Ireland is
     velvet emerald lips.  He says trust me, there will
     be diamond skies and firefly heartbeats.  We'd
     both be there, sleeping on pillows of
     mackintosh apple.


the sky was a mausoleum.

     Coffin clouds conceal the crowded corpse
     atmosphere.  Stained-glass murals expose
     fables long since proven false.
        (rancid facts separating ribs)
     Illusions eroding into tumble-weed conclusion.
     Ireland was no lush sanctuary, there were no
     plants portraying photosynthesis.  His
     promise was a wasteland, a dehydrated
     gap with no hope for fufillment.


ireland was a desert.
prisms of light. crushed moonbeams.
always charcoal. no rainbows.

tired of deserts, maybe some dessert would be better.
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The-Queen-of-Cups's avatar
Great work I love the line 'Canyons carved by alien entities' although silly me read canyons as crayons the first time.