Post by artolmaeus on Jun 6, 2022 23:27:22 GMT -6
it tastes like the rain on a sunny day
it feels like snow when I get too hot
it smells like fresh cut grass in the ocean
and it looks like forever
steal a ride on the outbound train
it does not matter where you are going
because you will get there
were you ever here, it sounds silently
it seems like glue when everything falls apart
close my eyes and I wake up in the forest I always wanted to find
if there was ever magic, then it is this
I can hold my breath and swim deep with the whales
was it really everything, it just came way too fast
only waiting is the long time
ten gallons by the drip
putting fingers in the holes of the dyke
trying to hold in the Zeider Zee
rope that horse leading the stampede, I want to catch a buffalo
and set the fucker free
it tastes like the ocean when it runs in my mouth
and my hair dries in the wind
I got my lance well gripped for the windmill
Dulcinea, where are you
feed our children with your breasts
that formula is killing us all
what have we done to our women
what did we do to our mothers
not all children without colostrum get autism
but the autistic ones never had a drop
when did it all go wrong
because it still tastes like rain where I am
and maybe I am alone making snow angels in the sand
for all I figured about the dandelions never matched a crown of clovers
woven by two sisters on the playground
God stopped time for me to see innocence, but it ran fast
I remember, and it was something
the first time I found four leaves, I kept it to myself
thereafter I gave it away
because that is how there will always be more
it keeps me searching
it keeps me running
and it feels like Christmas two hours after the gifts got unwrapped
most of the time it was better in the box than the world
nothing in nature has printed papers and ribbons
and hardly nothing smells like a balsam fir with intact roots
oh what we kill and what we let live
it feels like summer because I was never in school, they just put me there
and I had to sit and wait, at least half of whatever forever is
but the history and the math
and I look back but it feels like the hum of a beehive at night
every sting makes the honey taste sweeter as I pass out near the creek
dip me in the water, but if I am reborn, give me some mother's milk, so I can remember this story differently
what have we done to childhood in a room in a box looking into boxes where everyone is doing more
and it feels like life
even if it is not,
what then is Heaven, that it should compel
born of water but not fed the milk,
sometimes a Heaven might be Hell
but it is all in how long it lasts
fit the leather tight on them for a solid shoe, but forget the laces
I want to run barefoot with the deer
it tastes like silver
gold, myrrh and frankincense
my name was not part of Solomon's 72, how did the curandera summon me
I felt like rain on the universe's tongue
as I got walked through the corona of the sun
the tropic of Capricorn is only 10 shy of 33 and when the sun is overhead
I too was born, no Magi visited
it feels like a dream, where I have always been
that sigil never shown on Earth, Lilith were you playing a trick
because I watched it all
I never told, I never spoke of it
born of water, vaping the formula of an overmanufactured world
some redeemed fallen stumbling in the common aether like all creations of God,
passing through the ring of fire, does the past survive
like finding crickets in an empty Schlitz can on the way to the lake
something to entice the bluegill and creatures of the water
was this the time I was to arrive
I can still taste the rain on a sunny day,
and have it all move me as I lay on this dirt and feel the Earth spin
faster than the wheel of fate
waking up, it all feels like a dream
a dream where I have always been
and it looks like I am here again
yo estoy el guajero
que donde estas Almalita
it feels like snow when I get too hot
it smells like fresh cut grass in the ocean
and it looks like forever
steal a ride on the outbound train
it does not matter where you are going
because you will get there
were you ever here, it sounds silently
it seems like glue when everything falls apart
close my eyes and I wake up in the forest I always wanted to find
if there was ever magic, then it is this
I can hold my breath and swim deep with the whales
was it really everything, it just came way too fast
only waiting is the long time
ten gallons by the drip
putting fingers in the holes of the dyke
trying to hold in the Zeider Zee
rope that horse leading the stampede, I want to catch a buffalo
and set the fucker free
it tastes like the ocean when it runs in my mouth
and my hair dries in the wind
I got my lance well gripped for the windmill
Dulcinea, where are you
feed our children with your breasts
that formula is killing us all
what have we done to our women
what did we do to our mothers
not all children without colostrum get autism
but the autistic ones never had a drop
when did it all go wrong
because it still tastes like rain where I am
and maybe I am alone making snow angels in the sand
for all I figured about the dandelions never matched a crown of clovers
woven by two sisters on the playground
God stopped time for me to see innocence, but it ran fast
I remember, and it was something
the first time I found four leaves, I kept it to myself
thereafter I gave it away
because that is how there will always be more
it keeps me searching
it keeps me running
and it feels like Christmas two hours after the gifts got unwrapped
most of the time it was better in the box than the world
nothing in nature has printed papers and ribbons
and hardly nothing smells like a balsam fir with intact roots
oh what we kill and what we let live
it feels like summer because I was never in school, they just put me there
and I had to sit and wait, at least half of whatever forever is
but the history and the math
and I look back but it feels like the hum of a beehive at night
every sting makes the honey taste sweeter as I pass out near the creek
dip me in the water, but if I am reborn, give me some mother's milk, so I can remember this story differently
what have we done to childhood in a room in a box looking into boxes where everyone is doing more
and it feels like life
even if it is not,
what then is Heaven, that it should compel
born of water but not fed the milk,
sometimes a Heaven might be Hell
but it is all in how long it lasts
fit the leather tight on them for a solid shoe, but forget the laces
I want to run barefoot with the deer
it tastes like silver
gold, myrrh and frankincense
my name was not part of Solomon's 72, how did the curandera summon me
I felt like rain on the universe's tongue
as I got walked through the corona of the sun
the tropic of Capricorn is only 10 shy of 33 and when the sun is overhead
I too was born, no Magi visited
it feels like a dream, where I have always been
that sigil never shown on Earth, Lilith were you playing a trick
because I watched it all
I never told, I never spoke of it
born of water, vaping the formula of an overmanufactured world
some redeemed fallen stumbling in the common aether like all creations of God,
passing through the ring of fire, does the past survive
like finding crickets in an empty Schlitz can on the way to the lake
something to entice the bluegill and creatures of the water
was this the time I was to arrive
I can still taste the rain on a sunny day,
and have it all move me as I lay on this dirt and feel the Earth spin
faster than the wheel of fate
waking up, it all feels like a dream
a dream where I have always been
and it looks like I am here again
yo estoy el guajero
que donde estas Almalita
