gonzo_poetry

Words are static
Any writing is a song
Cast, purple trembling shadows
Rising, sliding, creeping
Dread-locked in screaming space
You are, we are, they are
Clogged pens on the paper
Still growing, deep in the tree of existence
Insignificant notions of another being
Beyond the realm of awareness
Triangles of the trapezoid
Breathe of the fish
Mighty legged salamanders
Designing the automatomic pond
Swimming in short-circuited, cross-conventioned, absurdist, fractured and glitched
Anarchic reverse pangaea
Planning, conspiring escape
Our symphonic, stereophonic, big moment
Scathingly fluorescent lights
Time-less-ness ending

Preparation, anticipation
This is my big moment
You, we, ours
Ticking, stomping
Shaking ,crashing
Driving out of body, of world
Wait, hold on
To that shimmering hope
That apex, dreaming of void
Droning, on and on
Beating, working, sweating, stumbling out of mind
Out of time
Racing, fleeing, searching
For some chaos in meaning
For some key to this cage you've been trapped
We've been, they've been
Zig-zagging the matrix
Vast blue oblivion
Floating in synthetic stuck space
Space may not be brought back with you
Moments that never existed ricochet beneath the false blanket of time
Suffocating what never was
With your pictures, memories, mementos
Sounds, smells, passion and inspiration
The void of everything is driving, racing existence in non-existence
Creating what is, what wasn't, and what never will be again

Perfection
Smoking, smoldering, rotting
Loveless, beautiful, contented perfection
You whine and stomp and creak
You work and strive and persevere
Making your world, your culture, your life
Making your existence, your meaning, your moment
Perfect
Every sound smell, every motion and breath, every step or slide, every part, every cell to complete planned obedience
Conformity
Perfection

Defenseless, bleeding chaos-
Imperfection and emptiness
Drunk, dumb, drug-induced madness
Annihilate the fall life is made of
Realize, no squeeze every cultured perfection contained in the dirt, left with nothing but dirt
Like a wild monkey flinging poop at the past, present and future
Every moment is vibrating, screaming, wild life
Every practice is reality
Every reality is reality
Everything is everything
Dream, plan, adventure, fail, 
Hope and do and finally sleep
Practice time that doesn't exist
Practice reality that never will be
Practice life
Live and die and breathe and drink and eat and drive and record and edit and collaborate and manipulate and distort and stare up at the cloudy, starry night sky