Mewsings

i have to keep it unreal

i have to keep it loose

i think i might be a pelican

or another big mouth goose

in the odd i must trust

and the lure

of so many great unknowns

(some not so great yet no less mystifying)

was in the sun a bit too long

now i’m a walkin talkin jerky

no jive, all skive

another lost in town turkey

it’s the little somethings

in all the nothings

it's the things

that don't add up

carefully measured doses

of a chemical induced closeness

once filled my now empty cup

random is the new

platter du jour

eat hearty

chew carefully

it was a jigsaw

made of a delicate shimmering glass

each piece fitting precisely

cut by the finest tools

an opaque flimflam flimsiness

filled the air with whimsical strands

a confetti flutter of vacant musings

fell as a soft summer snow of cheap grins

we laughed until our mouths dropped off

we laughed until the funny left

in a little car

putt putt putt

amid this delusional clarity

this partially disheveled unlevelled

begin at home charity

a moment of relaxed urgency

no nervous titters

no frantic jitters

no dithers no flaps no states

this was between me

and the chemicals

there was an understanding

there was a peeling thunder

in my heart

and

in my mind

in my heels

and

right up my spine

i rolled with it

as it rolled through me

it was like i'd been here

and everyone knew me

but there was no one there

not that i could see

and these beautiful illusions

melted to my touch

the strands dissolved

winking out sequentially

a flashy slo-mo

lights out show

dot dot dot (fade)

part of the nothing

part of the all

lost in a song

i bathed in its call

major tom high

in a man who fell to earth world

a shower of ethereal effervescence

bursts in a time lapsed frenzy

every single molecule of oxygen

every single last atom

was music in my mouth

(i’m taking that back with me)

i could taste the night

it tasted right

fresh and light

alert alarmed aloof aloft

uncut adrenalized emotions

course through willing channels

powering a pounding pulse

ripples of effortless energy

throb and surge, adjusting

time became less serious

an air of palm out frivolity

light misty almost clucky

like a cloud of happy secrets

an oasis of elasticised obligations

thoughts mutate into pretty words

only to shy at the tongue

the grins say it all

from ear to ear

from brow to chin

it was always

it was always the grin

reluctant recalcitrant recitation

blah blah blah

pre-empts predicted precipitation

drip drip drip

the sky is full of lights

vectored future ways

eyes are full of nights

waiting to be butterfly days

blink once for a sunset

blink twice for a dawn

wink for a nod

both closed for the final credits?

WHO’s AsLEEP?

so

if i’m asleep

then this,

this is just a messed up dream

and

if i’m a cat

i might,

might cough up a hairball

and hold out for the cream

meow