Syruhp

You are an amber lodged in rock

The flaring feathers of Phoenix birds

the tongue of a volcano

the gentle fingers of the sun

I look into your eyes and see infinite portals

you spin my light kaleidoscope gallery of galaxies

I squint to face aeons of your floating figure seance

a purple pulse glimmers in the bottom of hope oceans

you got a spell on me like a quote tattoo

You are a shiny new penny on the floors of dormant igloos

chromatic painting, watercolor, brush stroke of ships

I see aurora borealis raining down from your lips

beneath a waning moon silver dream shivering eclipse

there is no room for literal compliments

if i'm a metaphoracle, you are my prophetess

I climb mountains of gray bots

and from light years I glimpse fire

You are an amber lodged in rock

I am full of dumb desire

hold this urn of saliva ashes gently pretty penny

the incense inside is scented nag champa for

beautiful endings

cell phone

oh cell phone

you are a talisman of emotions

little magic thought square

aqueous glow so potent

in a cell of phones my hunger grows make words in cyber current flows

get my number so obsession grows home floating woes through pigeonholes

I hold onto an anchor signal dock in streams of silver screens

Each vibration sends a wave of energy tickling nerve endings

talisman light show blue snake eyes blinking back at me

tears tappin' plastic automated thumb ticks

emotional trips quick to vent in dumbdown text scripts

Im smothered by wires I don't know how the networks

im watching children fall asleep next to wireless dreamcatchers

insecurity stitch the beams around my head signal antlers

my head pressed to incredible mental dendrite sender

ear to energy wave colossal stretch rain the rendered

pressed

connecting bits of pressure compressing vectors of pent up stress

infect

my mind SIM mutilated

I joined human registry

soon we lose roots in tongue and speak telephonetically

discordless angst portions make morbid tears in face platelets

attach

you touch screens I touch trees and grow ash like pass that message back

call ended in dead battery I tap my mind wrapped around

hello

hung up by my callher

playing phone chords on guitar

held down by the pickup

oh cellophane reel hook my cinema sweet shame

read your words and made movies in my head to ease pain

i'm catching the nearest metro out to a sprint down lonely lane because

long distance heads need

long distant meds

im deleting numbers again receding unplugging-in

7 digits built in plastic case pray to the cross frames

holy ritualistic bait and suggestive digital fishing games

if the number you are calling is often disconnected

realize you're hung up and dial again this is the operator speaking

disconnect your cingular mind

att n t should be add

this horizon verse verizon

sidekicks ain't hero's

please

listen to my scratch into wax phonographs

listen to my scratch into wax phonographs

signal fading

read my phonographicnovel

can you hear me now? good.

im popping bags of popcorn with a hundred drunk dial rings

where four bars are in service all night and you can watch the strong signals fuckin' SURGE

snorting pick-up lines

saving every quarter and every dime

meet my ghost

my voicemailbox of souls

smell my garden of second thoughts

please pick me up again

i've been on hold for lifetimes

I havn't talked to you in months please answer just once

when the sun beams are drenching me I can't see your screen

and I don't want you to become just another

signal fading

you will never find the inner peace you seek through means of knowledge

in the garden of eaten souls we grow apocalips and speak

old trees shaking limbs saying

knowledge is not power

I see eyes sewed together by a pineal pin pressed deep within the conscious ocean churning resonance

this is my voice of knowledge imploding in on its origin

now hear eternal silence flourish

feel the orbs of warmth pourin'

cut this course of horse corpses and stop learning to die

the dead heads line ink tides reciting martyr cries

mother sister brother's with your sun core's dormant

come home to grow from glow beneath hopeless scarlet oceans

knowledge is not power

the voice is crowding every moment

can you even hear your heart tick in time before explosions?

shake that fear of freedom from your skull gullible one hold soul soluble unfold gold onyxes molecules

knowledge by the bottle sold chemically altered souls

Coughing clouds of clarity in foggy illusions

no wonder light is the darkest of all conclusions

the sun baked blood into bone where knowledge drips

like Huxley said

"You can't get clean rolling around in your own shit"

my physicists on skin bleed a rummage through past circles

I can't stomach the moaning myrtles flooding rest rooms of turtles

knowledge is a symptom for lack of better synonym

i'll cure your mouth with cinnamon tongue flakes dwindling distances

in the garden of beaten wives we hate our dad and fuck his daughter

i crystalized a scroll of ice to break the sword and stab forefathers

I own this berry gathering inhabiting massive fathom seed

intelligents your carcass stinks and sleeps in red magazines

no ledge can stop my skateboard

knowledge conquered by knowledge

like 2+2=foliage while fire stomached the oceans

I barked peace and fleas sucked my everything parched I breathe

trying to cancel balance every unstable epiphany

delete delete deleting me

I's the nomad of no fads chromagnet of clouds

setting fire to paper trying to make ash of water mounds

I have an aluminum cup of blood for Stockton Ginsberg mantra's

and spin corn on the cob web flower bedded thorn dancer steps

fear is the path to knowledge

fear is the asthmagician

the intelligender role

the wise crack in earth's soul

the smart asshole

the measurement of time

the birth of values

the garden of eaten sold

where we grow apacolips and speak to bury a hatchet so sharp the dirt bleeds gold

hop on my arc of star leaves we'll rain trees on red-eyed serpentines

and quantum leap the fuck from spoken tongues to open ancient holy

Eve please don't leave

this fruit is filled with us

Eve I ate a world

that was once made of love

you can still hear the blood drippin' from my tongue