Saturday, June 25, 2011

Phosphorus Fetalaterrus...

when your chin points up in thought
she asks what is this sky you speak of
separating my heaven from my son
it wants to fall down synchronized for gold
like your smile all those childyears ago
if you think life is bad you'll be sorry son
"it's just that this world is mad" says your ma'
"everyone's got worries ain't no one got none"
all is not frozen eternal of our portrait in the hall
one day you'll have no family no more
she says the world is your creation
projection through present perception
you are a whale shark, a lions mane
the dark, insane
what you may be as bold to imagine
but this could also be a dream
prolonged life relies on your ability to sleep in
death is the result of an alarm clock
the cycle, the rotation
the fraction inside the equation
the earthquake of your mindstate
welcome to the inside of the light bulb
tame your bones while you're young, son
tame your stones you valley grave soil
blame the homes you cultured one
please dream of Pasadena bungalows


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