Smile in there

Cherry fucker

You sure have a long way to go

You sure will dance in Ibiza

You sure will rub rosaries on silent roads

You sure will be protected from what you fear

Your rubbed rosaries will testify

You sure will live

You will also shout victorious on that podium you didn't desire but was always yours

You sure will not starve

I have written to God for you

He responded that why don't you write yourself

I told him you're sad

He said that makes the three of us

So go ahead

Plant that seed on what is now barren

Fuck this wisdom

Just get up and go out

Your steps have long been awaited

he pricked rainbow colored balloons

with no chancery to destiny

rudderless traveler traveling on with

no answers

his existence is a day dwelling into night

and night dwelling into day

he isnt keeping count

nor is anyone keeping his

his many a thousand day

will either be a prophetic journal

or stoners fiction

for it is the sclerotic edifice

of clockwise biological intimidation

churning the inscription on

each sleepers tombstone

those lying beneath bare grass

have been laid to rest

retreating to the familiar is a poetic familiarity

to shores

to coastlines

deadends

dark streets or cuts about town only familiar to you

nooky shelter shops

mirror seems familiar too

i see yourself there

my image was once there beautiful

now spavined and sclerotic

i see yourself there

that once pumpy red showboy is conscious

conscious of cosmetic debauchery worded at his expense

his antipathies tattered

she said i was nice

i smelled like spicy black pepper

looked like hardened out wood

i believed her

then she said i smelled like drenched liver

looked like music on death

poof she mixed that with sounded

after these cyclic chants done undone

she had unfamiliarised the familiar

and yet failed to familiarise the unfamiliar

after her lippy pungent possession of him

theres no him either

i found gold in my brothers pregnancy

his tummy sniffed gold and liquor

i swimmed in liquor and sold gold

me the untimely goldsmith

i purchased paradise and dated angels

i created a sky of my own

devil pushed me back to this world

i traded fire and stocks

chisled fortunes and summersalted in riga

my summersalts remanded me back to paradise

having seem both here and there

i chose to sacrifice here for my dobermans afterlife

i live through that litter of his guiding blind soldiers

you may enter my once fortress to kill the already killed me

it is open for all and none

but noone will be caricatured to nothing there

for nothing is an illusion and so is everything

bamboo and opaque currents

my feet muddy in snow

ash amidst empty maraschino

i dream of purr in blankets

to think of mount fuji aint necessary

this plateau could also be a summit

i owe you myself

you buffed up teddy who lived for all

today when i remember you

to be honest i dont think i am anymore

it took years to be here

it will take years to be where you were

but trust me even if i defied and defied and defied

i did so because i didnt know who i was

now i know

i am you and i will always be you

and now i must also walk on salt

in these tiresome shoes and the wisdom of dormancy-

felines and plundered dreams -

all surround the elixir of forgotten and tomorrow some

fortitudes in musky waters -

sanguine little bird whirling

around lesions silled in

red bricks

standing in oblivion

to krakatoa and orlando

exits and brexits

bullets and rowdy

orbits that sanity cuttles upon

watering ivy grown on an abandoned ferriswheel in neverland

she remembered the eye of the sahara

there was no correlation between the two

but then was there a correlation between anything

walking away from ivy - she stalled her feet in quicksand

she dipped deeper and deeper till she looked down

she found that her feet werent in quicksand but quicksand was in her feet

she mustered courage and tried to find her feet

courage devoid of fate loomed to be nothing

it was the site of an approaching quicksand seagull that rushed her feet up

that seagull was her courage- quicksand her fate

life reversed these analogies to cast her anew

she walked with her thighs covered in wet gluey mud

that green ferriswheel zooming large

all of a sudden she saw kittens sucking onto their dead mother

her son had died leaving her mammary glands painfully milky

those kittens then sucked onto her

analogies reversed again

night had fallen anew

there was nothing in sight other than reflection of a single star on quicksand

she found hope in quicksand

changed her direction after having fed the kittens

her nipples didnt pain anymore

her feet no more in quicksand

she sat by the bay of quicksand and prayed to that single star

she prayed for the quicksand to turn into a lake for her to reach a shore

she slept over it

she woke up to see a shore

the mother cat was sleeping on her belly

she took a boat to the shore and rowed it with the mother cat and her kittens

they reached home to a red sky at a place called zanzibar where they lived happily ever after

star-splashed at what at happened she asked a local where they were

she kept asking but noone replied

there were rivers of liquor devoid of hangover at this place

there were rivers of honey

date palms here and there

and no-one talked but only took a sigh of relief

this really was zanzibar-