The wondrous effects of LSD

The colors!
I hear them,
Softly purring, smooth
As they whisk through your
Gargantuan grapefruit head
I see a pop!
Oh, where has your head wandered off to?
Au revoir, Monseuir Pamplemousse,
You are but a wisp in my kaleidoscope memory.
I softly sob, feeling your vibrant flavors on my tongue,
Dancing as gracefully as a drunk hippopotamus.
There you are!
Up in the clouds composed
Of a million little balls bouncing about,
Oh, the colors!
Platypus waltz in the sky
Seducing my sanity
Oh the colors...
They fade, softly purring
Into fuzzy gray sounds.

What does Dyspepsia do?

It makes me stand at attention,
Clutch at my side
Makes my stomach be in contention
With my bowels and I bide
My time, waiting for pain to ease
To rest, to finally be at peace.
Oh, there comes another attack,
I’m simply, for lack
Of a better term, crapping.

College Children

College children
Passing by each other, unaware
Deaf to the world
Engrossed in their gizmos and gadgets.
Little do they know
The end is near.
Their history teacher
Has concocted an examination
That will last throughout the ages.

Hey There Cutie

Hey there, cutie.
I strut, I pose, I strike a stance.
How's it hanging?

This is my gallant quip as I flirt, the girls with nary a frown.
My wit is like a sword, my charm, like a lance.
Hey there, cutie.

I am a knight in armor, beckoning a princess in a gown.
I preen and I groom, I bask in my arrogance.
How's it hanging?

The hallways aflutter, as the cutest girl walks down,
I casually remark, stuck in a trance.
Hey there, cutie.

The girls begin to giggle, I feel like a clown.
To check my appearance, I take a quick glance.
How's it hanging?

I find that my fly is down.
And this was the day I decided to go without any underpants.
Hey there, cutie.
How's it hanging?

Self Help

Be the new and improved you.
Not the old and inferior
The fat and stupid
But the self deluded
Hypocritical conformer.

Be the enlightened and superior you.
Not the religious or superstitious
But the irreverent, the pretentious.

Be unrestricted. Liberated from rules or decrees.
Let anarchy abound.
Be absolutely free.

This is not a suggestion, this is an order.
Be yourself. Be lost.

Graduation

I want you to walk the stage with me.
I want you to hold my hand as I stride forward to receive my degree,
To hold my clammy, shaking hand, so I know I am not dreaming.
To listen to the pleasant applause that sounds like singing.
But as you escort me out, it seems
That this still may be, but a waking dream.
And I want you to be there, when I say,
What the fuck am I going to do now.

Our image.

How queer we must look to aliens.
A cosmic laughingstock of monkeys throwing
Insults, punches, bullets and nuclear weapons,
A species where everyone is guilty
And roam dim-wittingly free.

How ridiculous we must look to dogs.
Transfixed upon diamonds, gold, oil,
And, of course, our ridiculous worship of paper, of money,
All the while, the dog just wants a solid bone to chew on.

How pathetic we must look to the Earth.
We pollute, pillage, raze, waste and consume
And the Earth chuckles.
We will all be dead before we know it,
And the Earth will gleefully be sunbathing.

How pitiful we must look to God.
We routinely work, eat, sleep, piss, shit - fuck everything up.
God gave us free will
And we became robots.
Malfunctioning ones.

A world uncaring

A world uncaring, inanimate
Ever so polite and ever so un-embracing
Where we are surrounded by individuals,
Yet we are utterly
Alone.

We breathe but we don’t live,
We function but we don’t work,
We suffocate under our stuffed houses
And empty conscience.

We are engorged with images
Of that strange face we see on the television
Lying to us, feeding us shit
About how we need to look pretty
For that cute girl.

Here we rest, all mindfucked to death
Raped, sullied and discarded
And we don’t even care, we don’t even notice
Not one bit.

Moving

You with that nice neat little home
With that nice neatly partitioned life
Organized, categorized, shuffled and stowed away
In a box.

Bright Lights

like bright lights flashing off, one by one.
A life extinguished, a breath renewed-
the effortless continuance of the symphony that is-
Our lives. our lies.
An epic renewal,
Miraculous – no – improbable
magnificent, Transcendent
Reanimation.