Seven ways of saying DMT

The red crow drank
the Wasteland swine flu.
A Clowns tripping on mushrooms,
watching the horse is teeth turn into razors.
Strip down pronunciations.
Hurry before the Novocain Idiots come.
Slow phantoms experimenting
with fumes & cartoons.
Alphabetical H –
Poetry forges the stars.
Overdosing on whispers
is impossible.
Everybody’s smoking weed
next to the 8 double crucifix devils.

D 0110
M 110
T 000

DMTDMTD
M              M
T                T
D              D
M               T
T               M
DMTDMTD

Ibuprofen impregnates blue fiction.
Prototype humans are Darwin’s natural selection.

 

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14 thoughts on “Seven ways of saying DMT

  1. TWIN POETS DEHUMANIZED SIMULTANEOUSLY
    I ASKED YOU NOT TO TELL
    YOU CALLED THE FRONT DESK
    OUTSIDE THE WINDOW A RED CROW WAS FALLING DOWN DRUNK
    LACKING LIPS HE MISSED OUT ON VOLUMES OF EROTIC LOVING
    BOB DYLAN WAS SINGING IN THE BACKGROUND
    “WASTELAND SWINE FLU BLUES”
    FIERCELY SHARED LOYALTIES, THOSE MUSHROOMS
    SYMBOLIZE AN UNATTAINABLE IDEA, HORSE-BITE-JACK
    BIOLOGICAL FUNCTION ? PSYCHOLOGICAL WIFE ?
    NAKED AND I MEAN BROWN HOLE NAKED
    DYSFUNCTIONAL PRONUNCIATION
    POETRY-ENCRUSTED FINGERS
    ANALYZING MALE-IDENTIFIED BEHAVIOR
    NO HURRY, THINGS ARE SLOWER IN KENTUCKY
    HALLUCINATORY SMALL SCHOOLBUS DROP-OFF
    VERY FEW FEMALE OTHERS
    METH SMOKED IN A GLASS PIPE
    ALPHABETICAL METH
    POSSIBLY AUTOTHERAPEUTIC
    SEDUCTIVE WHISPERS
    WHISPERS FROM EMILY DICKINSON
    NOCTURNAL WHISPERS ALL WET
    STRINGS OF WHISPER GLOB
    PHALLIC WOMANHOOD IS THE DOUBLE 8

    1. THE LOYALTIES will HURRY,
      and the FEW Behavioral HORSE-Bites –
      CAN JACK the BIOLOGICAL BLUES.
      FIERCELY WET STRINGS –
      EVERYONE’S WIFE SEES A DOUBLE SMOKED GLOB PHALLIC.
      THE VOLUMES DEHUMANIZED PRONUNCIATION IN POETRY.
      ENCRUSTED BY OTHERS METH FLU.
      WOMANHOOD DROP MUSHROOMS NEXT TO SYMBOLIZE WINDOW.
      MALE-IDENTIFIED WHISPERS –
      NO FINGERS WE’RE ANALYZED
      OR DROPPED-OFF BY A NAKED DYSFUNCTIONAL STORY-TELLER.
      BOB DYLAN IS UNATTAINABLE
      JUST LIKE FEMALE’S WIGS,
      THEY MISSED OUT AT GETTING TOMATO FLU.
      SLOWING TIME MEANS DOUBLE SHARED SCHOOL-BUS DRUNKENNESS.
      HE LACKS SPREADING SWINE INTO THE RHYTHM HOLE IDEA.
      NOTHING SEEMS AFFRONT NOR SIMULTANEOUSLY INCURRED.

      1. BOB DYLAN LIVES ON A FARM NEAR SAUGERTIES, NEW YORK
        HIS ROOF IS BARELY VISIBLE—JUST A SWELLING ABOVE GROUND
        BEEN DEAD SO LONG THE GRAVE HAS BECOME A HOME
        HOW CAN ONE GET THAT SMELL OUT OF THIER MEMORY ?
        FEMALE CONVICT WIGS—MORE THAN ONE BARGAINED FOR
        FEMALE CONVICT WIGS—CURLS FOR BORDERS
        *taking the female convict wig for a late night cruise hoping it will go to sleep

        1. NEW convict VISIBLE—
          HOME IS A LONG NEAR TASTE OF NEW YORK SAVAGERIES.
          FEMALE ONE – GROUNDED THE TALKING BORDERS –
          *taking ROOF wig SO LIVELY.
          WIGS CURL THE CONVICT ABOVE.
          THE SMELL OF WIGS BARGAINED TO CONVICT THAT LATE AFTERNOON DREAM.

  2. ha. how many prototype humans you know….i do know the cheaper plastic models….i always make sure i check the serial numbers…they are killers….cartoons are the worst as well when all starts dripping…they will mess with you mind man…but i def listen to the whispers…

  3. Everyone must be stoned sang Bobby D; splish-splash taking a fucking bath sang the other Bobby D. wielding Mac’s knife like a whirling dervish on one leg, eyes closed, going free in your way, licking & plucking the dusky jewel of Morrison’s belt buckle, honey-dripping like B.B.’s tin finger slide; loving your line /Ibuprofen impregnates blue fiction/ while apple butter tops peanut’s sticky mass, where dandelion wine can become a dandruff shampoo; where Budweiser is sold as
    toothpaste/gargle frozen into ice cubes to be sucked off by pinto calves in Buddhist temples; your poems Always crank my head; brother.

  4. i love the line that poetry forges the stars..
    for it does..
    in moonlight lies
    in connection of angles of sky
    to
    make
    mythology a creature alive
    to inspire us ALL for even more poetry
    to
    create devils and angels..angles
    and
    skycrapers2!
    lighting up the sky
    in mechanical
    cognition
    poetry
    2
    !
    smiles and have a great day..
    friend..:)!

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