Drink from a can
Supposed to be fun
But words trip my tongue
Triggers my lips
Shoot the triggers
I'm a gun
Slinger
Mouth quiver
Anger firing arrows
Quick silver shiver
Gushing like a river
Swollen molten lava
Heart burner
slam dunk the phone
Empty can with a groan
Splitting time
I'm an atom bomb I nation
With arthritis inflammation
On the streets demon straighten lettin' loose from
the sluice gates
Demon Drink drunk my heaven's scent.
.
Marijuana costume
Mellow drama
.
I remember, 20 years ago
I drank some Ayawaska
and I ended up, high
on a massive cliff face
Looking out over a vast desert.
I was a Skellington
Soul smoking
A straight fag.
Each drag was a Life time
Inhaled
Exhaled.
.
Like erasure poetry 💜
I had to Google it
I drove 400 miles
Yesterday
In my vessel, in my vehicle
Travelling through
The 3rd n 4rth dimensions
Letting the subconscious
Do the driving
While the conscious
Was let be
Non critical .
Non busy.
Not pertaining.
Not pursuing.
Didn't crash
Didn't die
Didn't worry
Around 377 miles done
I stopped
To stretch
And suddenly
a Muse musicly
A line
And another
Lyrical
Cascades
How a psssst!
Of a can opening
Can possess
Like fuel in a vehicle
Driving the passenger
Emotional over drives
I'd been listening to a playlist
Of Ren Rap Songs
Sub conscious drives
The conscious passenger
Thinking
the mask
Is
In control.
Couldn't be farther from
The Truth
.
play on repeat
Love it.