HELLA HIGH

funk yoga
he's already got one
jive disco
they've already got some
junk toga
i've already lost it
san francisco

half past midnight i was against a wall
with an empty book of matches the ashes hate to fall
but they do until they don't
and then we'll smoke some more

-you think you heard a noise?
well she must have,
why else would you say that

a racoon named jack nimble's his way through the haze of constant synthetic lightning and grass.
the moonmonsters have awoken..

and the human stands still..

survival mode, you call it
but you know your mind is just a pair of noids
jack has disappeared

seven ships a sinking
all because of rocks
and in a state of drowning
no one's seem to talks
just the last bubbles of breath

those regrets are far more painful than your body exploding from the thousands of pounds of pressure from earth's oceania-vast as you're dragged away by a giant squid which no living person has ever seen alive!
volleyes!

it's half past midnight, not that it's late,
but i think i'll leave this town, it aint that great.
the tamiami trail leads me to nowhere,
and swamps.

funk yoga
he's already got one
jive disco
they've already got some
trunk cargo
never gonna find me
in san francisco

cubensi
let me remind you of the lorax,
and our rusted moon reigning sepia:

i've never seen a face,
the banyan roots unified and integrated with
the fungi,
the cacti, ...
the tentacles,.......
airwalking through the swarm.

BLINK, and let the waves
drift through.... ............. . . .. . .... ....
the ocean of eyes.

this unexpected sunrise
and now i see the wind.

we have something they want
we have something they need
i gave myself away
to the mosquito's(!)
who stored my blood
for later
(maybe i like the itch, maybe this is symbiotic)

it started with an echo
an echo
and an echo.

let me remind you that we may need to grow gills to breathe in this liquid aquatic
of symbiosis, and the automata spill of five senses
finger painting in an italian bistro
fighting off the boars atop the highest of trees
the warmest of breeze
a man on his knees

a brain slowly simmered by a mushroom
a moon slowly rusted by
HEAVEN
a smogscraper slowly humming light
CAST MY EXISTENCE
into this watched and weary night

an electric eel rubs up against the baby food mushed pea algae of a sunken pirate ship cursed with the greatest adventures we will never ever know
the eel goes blind
and leaves one sense behind

the star was pulsating light years away
and i am palpable
in this moment of mine

LOVE
IS
AN IMBALANCE OF CHEMICALS

LOVE
IS
A BALANCE OF CHEMICALS

untitled sequence of words
a lot of it makes me want to smoke crack but watching is knowing so disregard those signs it's 3am you can run that red light
you can be the moon
the sun
a moon
a sun
remove this focus
i'll hand you that
don't enter here without a hard hat
from my kinetics comes the sequenced push of buttons
ordering the individual show of one single symbol (whose identity is embedded chemically) to form these words your mind is now creating
retreat
from six hills east of the nile
standing naked on mosaic tile decoration: pineapples
pupils=thieves
of that color
MELTING LIKE A CANDLE from the fire in my hands
tomorrows blister and this weekends puss
my knee
reminds me
of an old mans head
white, vainy, and not a lot of hair
so i bit it
yes i bit my knee right before i stood up and put on a suit and a tie and walked down 5th avenue
this is not my preferred blend of java
i was intended for documents and biological file transferring
GIVE UP
GIVE UP
GIVE UP
three hundred degrees are you melting
are you melting yet?
you should at least be cooked
burned on the inside of that pocket you fucking knee biter
so this is where the clouds subside?
where all dreams ride? their eternal tide?
excuse me but this looks like new zealand
ive been a moon
with a moon
and that moon had rings
around her eyes
like the sky's way of promising snow
the answer is false number ninety six
put down that test and walk away
walk that way straight to that grave
names never meant so much
not even on a pair of shoes
those u.p.s blues
maybe tomorrow
can i wait one more day?
and please refrain from the tree that splits memoria enxioph
DONT STOP WHEN THEY CALL YOUR NAME
don't bother writing your self law
we tried it democracy style

siesta key and st. armands evil
stop lights ablaze as rain follows,
through aged haze of concrete washed appolo's.
and here i am,
feet in sand, or ten thousand quarries of a night-time shore band.
spent-time hidden where the lifeguard's used to watch.

the song makes that jazzy change, and you're high again.
i made my way towards the end
of what we considered the world.
we simply conquered, ceased, and

continue.
thinking otherwise is of consistency
i thought.

dennis' arm stretched his white sleeve
against the
inklike
onyx
mezzo
horizon(tal line indicating where the sky begins)
HOLE

omnipresent animated electricity mutters Lo Freq
lightning bolts devour all hopes of stars tonight.
coral-rain-vessel-clouds.
pretend they're the shadows of shadows
and run for your life.

laugh at how menacing it is to know,
the algorithm rhythmic flow.

ceziles don't knock
we came across some things to find,
another one gets lost with the sway of treading water just to breathe.
the longest lasting asteroid follows six fingers through the seizure,
and accumulating time within a vile:
"give some time to time and mind
before you know they're intertwined
never let them find you."

a ship sailed through your cornea,
desert footprints nudged a shadow of a bird who flew straight through the moon.
tried to sympathize the sun dial,
buried by the tide of sunken dune.

i watched the vines crawl from the pot,
the earth got cold, the earth got hot.
i see the moons! i saw the sun
seven tremors roll like dice every time the chair creeks,
beating hearts get sick of that song too.

the poe
solarized tree of the inverted lung,
with knot-eyes starring back at me.
your roots sprout capillary archers,
with your eyes into me.
inhales what we exhale,
exhales what we inhale.
we've depleted.
"we are all the same" explained the rabbit buried deep inside the hollow puncture,
"i think i'll stay the winter here,
i think i'll stick around here until the end of time."
we've gotta watch the seasons

shallow clouds behead the moon from the tonight sky
and forever, it will fall.
the poe will bring it's lantern through midnight mist,
and forever, it will glow.
beneath it's torn veil that trails and follows,
you will be but a memoirs shadow,
as she turns and hears you swallow.

pyramids
volatile eyes.
like a bad dream prophet macula
who woke up years after the skies.
cast by the sun i stood enflamed in his own shadow
just set beneath the point of silhouette
your eyes, eyes, eyes.
canyon deep translucent amber melting through your face.
this night of rapture!
this night of celebration!
dance around fires in the cold nile sand, remains will nullify
and so will we
frantic prayers to the ones who will greet us all at sunrise

the bridge connects our pupils short
then i turn and walk away

sonata of the sun
standing on the corner watching life,
through these eyes wonder, those.
a few times a minute your hoped-for-endings float into the thickest of air
with the expression of none at all, they disappear
but not completely, it's the thought that counts they always told me
the wrong direction is one of these ways
leading to the shadow of a chair.
i'm still here,
i'm still breathing.
and when everything is done,
sonata of the sun