Friday Night With Bad Cheescake
It hasn't been more than a day since that last head trip,
When all the lights flickered and my kitty-kat swirled.
I posted little post-it notes around
So to bring on a sense of closeness with the inner true self.
I do recall there was a mentioning of a tale or a teller of tales
As I slipped in the remains of my thoughts.
Every single lace came loose and my fingers took
On the state of imagination - searching for a meaning.
I thought so I thought that an end was near with my face stuck in
A place that I would rather keep unknown.
Any intellect would ridicule me just for speaking the word.
And so it all begins to take on its own body. And I think of clever
Ways to cover it up. I choose the easy way out. You won't
Find me using fancy colourful words and juxtaposing any
Life form.
No, of course I have much more class than any poet,
Than any painter, anyone who dares to capture an image.
You see I don't need pretty words to say that last night
I was challenged by the gods themselves,
That the hand of god whisk me away through a land where
All is free. Where time exists only in daydreams -if one wants
To. But no one wants to, for this is the place
When your toes become a separate being and detox
Is not an issue.
My home, my life is long-winded and I notice that everything
I say is in compound formation.
Everything is formulated in some manner.
My senses are animated to a point of no return.
Me stretched out on the bloody floor - there
Is always blood. Blood that brings purity, new life. Me not knowing
What became of my poor kittiy. Do I have a kitty?
So thr day, today I meant to say is quite lonely
From the extra tinge of everything I stand for. It is the
Final moment. I can no longer feel that way again.
And although I have traveled far from my life, I can
Still see the blood. The blood that brings life, that heals
A wounded heart and soul. Do I have a soul?
My chance has come for me to face the truth,
To take on all my enemies. The ones that killed my kitty-kat.
Damn that kat.
It was only a day that I had my head trip and in that
Time and space I forgotten how I came to
This place where the voices reside. These voices take my
Hand and lead me and show me the blood. And I slipped in
The thoughts, but they say it is ok.
They say it is time for change and time when the moment
Will stand still forever. I like the thought of forever and no more
Trips to see those that hurt me.
No more holding me back from my
Nights of fine flying - I can fly! - or swimming through
Your destiny. I have my own plans.
This is the time, the moment when all has come to that
Last thing that I have to remember. I remember it,
Like it was yesterday. It was yesterday that I took
That day trip or head trip and I saw that man.
The one on the green post-it note.
e.e. something or another. He came to me.
he came to take my kitty. And I couldn't help but to
lash and knock him over. And the blood ran sore,
and I was stretched, taking a bath, cleansing myself.
I have no plans for today, but the voices tell
Me not to worry, that there is no need for a formula.
They say that there is no mixing of things, no perfect
Taste or feeling. No worries. No sirens. no
White dressed men. Just pureness. I just follow the
Voices.
Follow them. And the aching will stop.
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