we are atlantis predicted
bad rug blimps in charge
bulls vs china
jesus in another tortilla
gas down
botox frown
mbe lion tranqed
in the backseat winter
lungs on fire
hearts of wire
9000 calorie
killer platter
from news.immitate.com
if i feel crazy
i
might think
a lion might come inside
cos the back door is open
&
all
the
rules
have
gone
away
itd
come
inside
big like the moon is big
&
there like a mistake is there
a blunt
brand new
problem
wiping my petty sheet clean
itd sniff at the rug
a raw & velvet boss
with
naked natures
hunting eyes
then
id
have to grab
the pet cat
small as a mouse now
&
climb
us
both
out
the
window
over the fucking cactus
over the plastic windowsill
( that now seems strangely absurd )
being
very
quiet & quick & sudden
& then shut the beast in
& then call someone
fast as you like
if i feel crazy
like that
like all rules have gone
( tho theres never clear evidence )
then
i
shower
shave
put on a clean plain t
&
my
best
watch
&
uselessly & hurriedly
tidy
away
any
real or imagined mess
into
places
&
piles
square things up
to the edge of the table
the bookcase
the
corners
of
the
floor
&
sit
quietly on a sandbar
not fishing
for anything
from acidcow.com
MGM lion roars
familiar greeting / promise
i wait
hopeful
from imgur.com
street night lights
glow the room
in angles and tangents
and
carnival
slow shadows
machine pump noise fills the room
with comfort
between
the
crashbangs
of kids and cars
from the trolley rattle street
of
leather jacket cabs
and
new sirens
i hug her for strength
and existential confirmation
in
the
waking dream night
filled
with street lions
and a tired inner buddhist
and
her small toy tractor snores
sweeten
the
strange
city