…you want it, you got it, you have it, you get some

Bring your coat of sheltered lore you can hang it with the keeper at the door. 

Greet and meat and feast the vastness that could far eclipse our existence

Carnal weapons of harnessing glee lost to the wretched seas of endless shame.

Whence does the forward flock flow in the rain crowing the death of a billion suns

When the wizard waves their wand do the shockwaves splinter the flesh from stone

Writhing in the slime has naught but thyme to season the year with fall or spring

How far to the place you miss when you are cold, can feel so bold, reject getting old

care to dare with the man, stood proud now slumps in the corner of mediocrity

Have we as a collective ignored the calls to revert or adapt the glue broken in our bond

Dress your best for success play first class exit the consciousness, brown shoes brown coat brown out brown nose

Coat, hat, shoes, cane

What’s this galaxy all about? ‘nuff to get a flappy mouth.  Slap the tongue in moisten spit. Opinions so easy like have a fit

Here it goes the fallen sun.  Crying like they be the chosen one.  Blow out your molten core. Reset the space galore

Are you ready? Go

Dimension Re-calibration

System Repeat

Searching for nothing, adrift, intense, nothingness

Out of phase, in-lane, insane, HAH

Belong? Don’t.

That place you know not know. Ripped from space put in place

Nominal anomaly be what they want to be

Wasted matter this system, better reuse then recycle.  Piece together something, better later lost the gumption. 

Ignite a new lord, shines bright for the new horde.  Bring forth new dinosaurs, ones that ate the director

You have the universe in your eyes

Stretching deeply the star’s embrace, long slumber ends with day, lean backwards scratch the chest, lick the eyeball moist the lips

Burn slowly, Press forward, long journey’s not over, carve the canyon straddle the ocean, space resides besides the point

Drifting empty in the cosmos, not a dime or potato chip, sipping dew from condensation, grins slightly and chucks the garbage

Twist the doodads, flip the lids, center the joystick, skip like a brick

Veer inward, tilt to the left, plow the force, slip to the rift

Here we go, gravity tow, here we go

Space time folds, Burn thrusters, go

poofs in and bends out

That lizard teleports, He said go quantum

Time, yes time is the answer

Be there kings, lords and masters

The mountains are screaming

Farming with a medieval hoe

Filthy rich or dirt poor

To anscend and party with Daniel Jackson

In the land of endless sun, cacti, Mardi gras, crows do come and go, how and why, no one knows

Mired in the dunes forlorn, poet, writer, scholar, lost too many Civs, one must retire

Concrete cracks away, pressure from the sand, highway day ride,  over to the shore

Fisher find you there, guarding nevermore, the crows they came today, shiny desire more

Ride, get in the car, Slide, take you far, Breathe, Heavy now, Heave, Body Plow

Ride, get in the car, Slide, take you far, Breathe, Heavy now, Heave, Body Plow

Accolade Juice, smelling sweet rip, hot spring sap, thick the stick, damp rain dew

Filter grains sun bleach suit, shopping queen in those dreams, parked in a dead end mind, shut down and fall behind

Called the crow to turn around, frowned and gazed upon the ground, shadows briskly waltz away, on another boring day

Why’d you come back again, the crows they gone, left this land, favor another treat, do say, not on Armageddon day

Lurch forward break in time, space begone, hold thy hand, bite if you so dare, universe doesn’t care

Clink * clank * dishware * washer on repair

Vision blurry hide behind* fluids of the gaseous giant

Thicc and dense the atmosphere * Bodies drinking fools

Droning sounds the jukebox it’s all fucking Elvis

Come on in, sit your ass down, buy a drink, another round

And the Gravity is crushing down * but they’re swimming on the walls * crush the lung to barely breath

Flip turn and bash in head * luke warm maybe dead

Still the Gravity is all crushing down * but they’re swimming on the walls

But they’re swimming

Drive, ny, fly far young wanderer * Grace never this doorstep ever again * Stranded * On a barren moon of Saturn