La lune is out tonight
Blooming like a yellow
blood-flower
splashing and pouring over us
and ours.
The bare branches claw
at the million billion stars:
the hour of madness is at
the back of our throats
(can you taste it?)
Measured smiles, the words reined
in: as we walk
the winding path through the wilderness
The edges straining, calling out
to us
(Listen, you can hear it)
Murmuring and whispering of
what lies
hide:
what lies
inside.
Run and hide,
for your can, we can
all taste it now:
over, around, beneath us.
inside us.
La lune is high now,
shining into us.
4 comments:
La lune is high now,
shining into us.
:)
That's a good one. And the rest of course, as always, impressive. Applause.
oh and did you realize that your words make a different kind of sense when you are high?
I just realized it.
uh huh? :D I should try it then, see if it makes different sense to me. This poem was actually bhaang-inspired! ;)
oh wow!
Good inspiration I say.
try http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peyote someday. And sit down to write an epic poem after.
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