Humanity is so pathetic
And i’m so tiny
That I might as well be
A molecule of condiment
On the sandwich of a giant
Taking a lifetime to be devoured
Outside your temple wall. Stone or wood, I can’t
quite see the detail; under this last full moon
which I did see. Moon of this June, unearthly light
heavy with potency, the air filled with the smells
and buzzing of springtime
you with your shaved head and can
of kerosene. Under what driving form
of ecstasy? I pray to taste it once
your soaked robe chilly in the spring night wind
"Oh nun, is it hot there?"
"Only a stupid person such as yourself woulod ask such a question."
-Diane Di Prima
There is a lot of connective tissue in this joint
And I am thankful for it
Because I enjoy movement of latiral nature
If I smoke my joints
Will my ligaments turn to glue?
Holy grey junkie monkey
Hanging on my heart
You’re so funky
Gimme your love
Keep it low key
One day even you will forget me
We dance in fire
Rust grows on the passion
We’ve carved into each others backs
We swim in stars
With the addition of chracters
I’ve met in your eyes
Maybe one day
Your lazy ass will make our bed of sunshine.
vintage-vagrant-deactivated2012 said: *poke* I just poked you hehehe
Oh my, this means war!
Base By: Jahrenesis