Take peyote
and cut the flower into 3.
Watch it bleed out zeros & ones.
A mirror appears in front of you –
look at your reflection
you’re dripping codes;
the sand-waves chuckle.
Kirby suddenly
awakens the Ted Bundy marathon.
The Fred Syndrome
opens the flood doors
of the exploding cookie.
Techne poetry
swirls like an old western light-saber.
Who’s beside the towering pledge?
Inspiration hums
it seeks kings to betray the city of pus.
Laceration flinches before the arrival whore.
Eat a piece of mushroom
Do you feel like Mario?
Connected to Pandora’s Box?
Timothy Leary god of the virtual,
Icons slipping
legacy fleshed out.
The dead ventriloquist
covered in glazed caramel.
Enough with the unbecoming sugar fuzz –
loud sober nurses
drilling both their eyes for social awareness.
Tickle the sun, let it sneeze.
Post-mortem sequenced,
clip it on the wall.
Decades secure
a sleep cataplexy.
McDonald-land
home of Satan gluttony,
Here…take a drop
of yellow sunshine,
exterminate your guilt-trip.
Lick the decay creamy tornado.
A jubilant tragedy
the center of your tongue abscess,
Annihilation retires
the libretto behind your thorax trembles.
Liquid fatigue smiles,
Aquarius rising –
Do planets ejaculate?
A god turning into marijuana,
Activate Christ zombie
Bibles program you –
UN-blindfold yourselves from the confines of slavery.
I got a secret that will change everything.
Do you want to hear it?
Never world me dead…
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