Sea of Hazard

A whisper from the chest, then a gulp, a shock, and sensations swoosh towards the broken crown.

It is hazardous sailing in the backwash where I a legion.

Smashing associations, crashing appropriations, and the wagging tongues of floaters who are wailing to let them come aboard.

Once touched and cherished, the whisper from the chest that flowed clearly in the current, has become something other.

Sailing through this gray matter I headily attempt to play a man in control, so as not to appear to be seen as another drunken sailor.

The wave I was riding curved but I could not – shipwrecked again!

sine, wave, i, dot

Anti-matter refugee!
Weekend mystic!
Stop slumming in alpha lala land –
your house is a burning!

Bravo, you ceased pitching rocks and dung – but now you are full
of shit and stoned!

Climb back down those flimsy stairs with eyes wide open and rendezvous with those rejected beta boulevards and note why alpha seems awry.
Trek down those very familiar yet not noted avenues and scoop up your tagged
refuse and feed the garden.

Climb back up those shining stairs into the luminous alpha and see that it was barely explored and though delightful just another limitation. You gratefully listen to the choir, but have not been able to share the chorus.

Oh those smashing waves and sine upon waves and sine, so much more to surrender

i wanna a spiritual franchise!!!!

i want some spoon fed spirituality!
how much would it cost to be somebody special under your marquee?
how many scripts do i need to learn by rote before i can get my own franchise?
do i get a peice of the merchandising?


why are you selling alpha shanty spaces when it is the blocks in the beta that supports the separation from the Beloved? You may be, but I ain't!