Naht-Aahhh

under exotic Lampshades

i misspell conformity

belch a wicked rip of sunkist

and

pray for a snipe

under exotic Lampshades

i lose myself to the great vibration of Oz

the miracle blue webbing of fungus

and

sit through the wind as i am painted

under exotic Lampshades

i stop to smell the flowers

stare in gaze for the cool change of autumn

and

look at my out of body experience like "Naht-Aahhh!"

Ooohhh that yell

she screamed "pee on my back tatt"

her ass was a full moon melting

everyone was high

it was just a dream

however

i still want to pee on her back tatt

"cross-eyed and painless"

remember the Jazz Butcher Conspiracy

the wedding gown all torn and frayed

my amulet of amber and silver, now foggy

it's a long drive along the river and streams

those gentle fingers snaking through the bends

spider webbing draped over red bricks with holes

hazy sepia scars on the guitar and piano

marbles on the great shoot of hooter roll

my reflection caught in an angle of song

with enough room on the canvas, paint

wash free in the new living arts

a dead reckoning to dive deeper

always

diving

deeper

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