Life is too short to motor in circles.
Never seeing the sun
Open up my head and
Jump through it
Where illusions recalled
Are actually real.
It is here.
Beam me up Scotty
Here are my coordinates:
Two dirty bubbles
Past the gurgling sounds.
Free me from the endless nothing
Only looking at the “best” parts,
Picking through the overripe,
Juicy flesh which drips
With soft seductive reason.
Take me away dear Scotty,
Hold me and keep me safe.
Make it so I don’t disappear
And I can return to you.
Return from this harvest gold vessel
As it lurches forward
Longing for the nameless enemy,
It’s destiny fulfilled,
Propelled by it’s own convinces.
Scotty, I will jump into the sea to find you.
Out of this spellbound place
Fearing nothing because
It is not real inside there
The dark windows with no handles.
The Sea
Gliding, sweet liquid breath in me
You are my God now.
My toes are finally feeling cold.
I am giddy with the pain
Gulping for air as fast as I can.
I want none of my own pieces
I want none of theirs
Assembled in a pretty package
Sold with a big bow on all
The special occasions.
Make them love it,
It’s so beautiful to display
I don’t want yours
Please kiss me good-bye
And please, please wish me luck
Let me go now
Beam me up Scotty
Don’t forget I am here
Can you see me?