dream notes #3
that puritan heart
that hallucinogenic pastor
who wanders through the green
stalking his faith, giving a lobotomy
to the children, releasing DMT from the pineal gland
never waking as the sun flickers the windows
only standing still at abominations
by the windowsill
catching the rainbow
breathing the atua
for Jesus Christs mind
oh that Calvinistic author
turned on by the water dripping
from his wallpaper, asking for his daughter
the forest black the devils half pipe took
her through the ripping sound of flesh
and deprived of sleep and common sense
blew the atom bomb to wicked shreds
the man who drinks his milk
would see biological warfare as a threat
as all his warts and tumours grow
upon his own delusions
and in his own decision, he can shed his skin
never walking from botchalistic sin
but praying at the idol
that curses his skin blue
an orifice an orphistic nationalistic fascist
of gardens and perfumes only bowie knew
a romanticist aristocrat who collects pennies in his hat
a beauty scent oh how great to be a man
while walking a girl home
that photogenic epileptic mama
picking her up the miltonic curb
turning her own turnstile
who could think of that
he takes his nasty groovie groupie home
she shines half the decrepit noon
blowing out her knuckles
digging at her prolapse
like a red balloon
reading from the blue brick
touching at his reptilian prick
drawing down the moon
Crowley's presence is taken on the senses
while reading a fact to be consumed
to trip on LSD
and have your tomb exhumed
for cats to eat your eyeballs
and faze out to 16-year-olds
mercantile docile now seventeen
naked in the garden sights that miltons seen
I liked his long beard
a Proustian memory long ago
making all the girls cream
inside their tea
there brew
there sullen Scottish broth
that burns hallucinated on a rose
a symbol of rebellion
against brick windows
and I am coming home into
Blakes prophetic zone
a mercurian body eaten alive by savillian impulses
that repulses moms and other glands
but we degenerate mechanics thrive on newtons maggots eating at the strands of his own wig
and finding other parasites to burrow and to dig in gravity anomalies
whats within a crystal ball
I wish I knew civilian strands of Ritalin wisdom
of spirits and language sense I've made of all
I hope that Kelleys with him
to set the stars in motion
fan his flaming heart and kick the puritan ball
ohh policemen
what is it you will
bearing omens ill
brilliant until
minorities can understand
the potion in the bathroom stall
battered sex doll willy
found of him not much at all
but who can comprehend
that hallucinogenic pastor
who wanders through the green
stalking his faith, giving a lobotomy
to the children, releasing DMT from the pineal gland
never waking as the sun flickers the windows
only standing still at abominations
by the windowsill
catching the rainbow
breathing the atua
for Jesus Christs mind
oh that Calvinistic author
turned on by the water dripping
from his wallpaper, asking for his daughter
the forest black the devils half pipe took
her through the ripping sound of flesh
and deprived of sleep and common sense
blew the atom bomb to wicked shreds
the man who drinks his milk
would see biological warfare as a threat
as all his warts and tumours grow
upon his own delusions
and in his own decision, he can shed his skin
never walking from botchalistic sin
but praying at the idol
that curses his skin blue
an orifice an orphistic nationalistic fascist
of gardens and perfumes only bowie knew
a romanticist aristocrat who collects pennies in his hat
a beauty scent oh how great to be a man
while walking a girl home
that photogenic epileptic mama
picking her up the miltonic curb
turning her own turnstile
who could think of that
he takes his nasty groovie groupie home
she shines half the decrepit noon
blowing out her knuckles
digging at her prolapse
like a red balloon
reading from the blue brick
touching at his reptilian prick
drawing down the moon
Crowley's presence is taken on the senses
while reading a fact to be consumed
to trip on LSD
and have your tomb exhumed
for cats to eat your eyeballs
and faze out to 16-year-olds
mercantile docile now seventeen
naked in the garden sights that miltons seen
I liked his long beard
a Proustian memory long ago
making all the girls cream
inside their tea
there brew
there sullen Scottish broth
that burns hallucinated on a rose
a symbol of rebellion
against brick windows
and I am coming home into
Blakes prophetic zone
a mercurian body eaten alive by savillian impulses
that repulses moms and other glands
but we degenerate mechanics thrive on newtons maggots eating at the strands of his own wig
and finding other parasites to burrow and to dig in gravity anomalies
whats within a crystal ball
I wish I knew civilian strands of Ritalin wisdom
of spirits and language sense I've made of all
I hope that Kelleys with him
to set the stars in motion
fan his flaming heart and kick the puritan ball
ohh policemen
what is it you will
bearing omens ill
brilliant until
minorities can understand
the potion in the bathroom stall
battered sex doll willy
found of him not much at all
but who can comprehend
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