Written on a cold winters night in 1982
Puncture wounds eradicate the seriousness of the mind
cosmic subtle abbreviations of ecstasy in time
fretless brainwave communication ends subordinate life
waving aside clouds of suspicion colored by rainbows of strife
christened in an antient proverbial tongue
lewd and lascivious formations of mist, where father had been hung
Sudden screams of exasperation, specters twirl about your head
the bottom falls out of your mind, ghostly, children, no longer dead
Tangled branches grab for the depths of your demented mind
codes maze of brainwaves moving left through time
Blood curdling screams of the unhuman kind
come in times of sensuality to cut you like a knife
inverse darkness creeps upon you and life, you seek
engulfing you in the middle of the day you cannot speak
corner rounded alleys and strangely twisted gates
turbulent misdemeanors do not instigate
insubordinate illusions of days that have not been
a psychedelic world never to be seen
upside out and inside down
invocative ecstasy never found
the dogs they talk as humans bark
the light is overconsumed by the dark
what is said is never understood, you wouldn’t care if you could
intuitive trauma overloads your mind
no one to love running out of time
tangled fears and twisted hate
defiant elders who give you faith
Travel through mountains of music and valleys of sound
heavy walls of atheistic though come crumbling down
your mind feels like lead as your eyes turn inside down, your feet leak out of your head
you swim into unconsciousness and shift out of existence.
The End