Something strange was flying through the airwaves,
Words, i think; like small grey bats
Probing with innate intuition
the smaller black gnats,
Hear this message left by God
...
Each being lives in his order of chaos
culprits and innocence, taking and taking
toothpicks as weapons, carpets as landscape
radios signal, laughing matters
the little pill
was prescribed by the doctor
in heaven, i think
it's not too normal
where is the mission?
allow me to repeat "with innate intuition"
i think my nurse loves me
in this condition
i ain't going back to work
let me sleep in this motel
and the sign flashes
everything i have ever read
occasionally blinking a welcome
more than not; a vacancy.
...
Voices ricochet, to blur this picture
emperors and slaves
flesh stacked to the ceiling
and back again, flesh mounting to the chin.
Midnight is a good time
to catch those damned flying objects
breaking into my cell
night-sweats are telling,
but that's not the whole story.
There is, after all, all that dark matter
to account for.
A wasted life drippng blood,
taken to the extreme.
Spaced out reflection of a sun and a moon
no trust, no good
no bad
just empty and immense
...
Premeditated convictions
to seduce the spirit within you
as naked as these cave dwellers
stretching wings