Monday, December 22, 2025

psychedelic

Translucent feet
Parading the pavement
Grey speckled streets; splitting
And streaming and beaming blurry

Follow the purple rabbit
Through the door, the magic bus
Space-time-place, warp windows
Rupturing reality

Refactoring, reassembling
Unintelligable, chaotic blur
Unicorns and rainbows are everywhere!
I see, our stop!

At the foot of the forest
Shallow and wistful darkness
Aggressively vibrating, malicious winds
Rustling the leaves falling to grass

The shell of the world
Peels itself back
Exposing and opening a school of
White tents and government cars

Disappearing rabbit, flutter soul escapist
Wait!
Stop!!
They're going to splice open our brains and experiment with our radioactive insides!

Cross, blink, exit, follow
Out is through, beyond, beside
And here, this is now
Rabbit is waiting, the apartment

For what's real
What's here, now and then
This floor this wall this table and chair
My melting face

Numb, buzzing
Open windows
Hidden behind blinds
Our existential nature is wafting

In the open windows,
Out crushed fingers fall
Behind, and slammed shut is
The portal to exterior perceptions, dangling

The door the hall the room with the walls bending into my mind's eye
Opening the gateway, now I am here, you are there
We are all pathways and places
Floating in space

Mutating face, rabbit
Melts robotic under wiring,
Flashlight eyes rotate focus, cybernetic frenzy
Misinterpreted wires, running down my neck

We fuel cells
Plugged into the organic matrix
Shaking and writhing with independence, freedom
Measure, confined, dissipating

Cold steel, rusting scales
Smothering my vision
Harmony describes the chaos, chaos dictates harmony
We are life consuming resources, just like everything else

Water, air, soil
Basic dependencies distorted
Kicking on the radio, connected to
The universal, information super-highway

Tornado fracture drifting
Code structures slipping off your face, around your outline
With just enough shape to understand
That love is enough

Enchantedly rancid odors
Envelope my sensations in all understandings
And settle down to comfortable sleep
Among pillows, clouds and the flowery purple goddess

Magical wizard frog
Twists multi-dimensional reality around its gyroscopic axis
A rubix-cube representation of turning and falling, warping and mixing
Peeling stickers off at random and re-applying wherever

Shape and place and time and depth
Are all vying for attention of elusive tangibility
Jogging out and back and in place again
Anchored to what is by the purple rabbit

The love emitted out of your worm, serene, smiling essence, speaking out
I am I snake
I see snake, for
I have betrayed you

What rabbit snake could hurt me?

By not loving you always
By not loving myself always
By not loving every moment as if that were always and only

We dance the dance of time
I long to save you from yourself
We pixilated, punctured, falling apart
Regenerating, delicious, water

Walls not out of privacy
But respect for fellow creatures
Not a fear of differences
But a celebration of unity

The solution simply is
Always has been, always will be
Embedded in the framework
The solution to is?

When there is no question
Why a need for system or government
If we all are, why can't we just be?
Mystifying, disorganized, chaos

Everything in disorder creates nothing
Something and anything exists in harmony
The collaboration and community of space
Restrained by regulations

Without rules there is no game
Yet there never was a game, and never will be
What the hell is going on?
If its not then it is, but its not, so it could be?

Don't pretend or have to pretend
But we're all linked to the histories
The future of systematic everything
Can't be just a pile of ripped cigarettes in the sink, with pimples and stink and filth reflected in the mirror

No, no, no, no, no, pretend or dreams?
Movement can't be, is, is not, what is wrong
How do we get back to real reality, not
But, dreams don't, get to, secret, key

Need sleep to unwind, you, then me, then
Wait, I just forgot, just, hold, hold on!!!!
Where is the, and scratch
Down the diagonals' sleep

Who are you?
What are you doing?
I'm psychedelic
Cuff 'em boys

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