Caricamento in corso...

Trippin' On a Head Wound

Soul Hole...

Darkened deep is the hole in my head,
                              and occupied by a gentleman’s riot
                              of tiny, belligerent cranium puppets
                       in heated disagreement over taking turns
                       regurgitating yesterday’s garbage.
                       No news is old news gone stale and
                       covered in fuzzy, blue mold that forms
                  psychedelic brain spiders - spinning
                  ashen webs in the frame of my mind so
                  to incubate their iridescent eggs, which
                  quickly hatch into armored fireflies
                  flashing yellow’s caution and spitting
                  diamond-cut sparks from a destructive
             demeanor. Dropping a kerosene curtain of
             holographic illusions and igniting the
             charcoal silk of their birth with rainbow  
             flames that explode into hallucinations
             of hopelessness. Intense, pretend heat
             causes the backs of my eyes to begin
      bleeding, streaking my vision red and
      internally bruising neural puppets a putrid
      state of purple. Struck numb by contentment,
      oily drool leaks from their slack,
      sagging jaws and seeps as porous puss
      from my mildewed head wound. Caught by
      wax in the trap of my ear and quickly
sent back to mental confinement, where the
gravity of thought spoils and festers into
a wet, gelatinous fog of ingrown
convictions and mindful madness...
 
 
                                            A welcomed escape
 
                                                 From the scorn
 
                                                              of
                                                               a
 
                                                 spiteful reality...

(2013)

It would be rather difficult for me to break this one down and really try to explain it... Those who truly possess the soul of a natural born poet will not require an analysis; I think we all know this feeling quite well... ;^)

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