Cry for Phychodelia

A spider did it.
They once were hippies
These pinstriped men with nooses round their necks.
Now briefcased fist marches into recession

I floated high above a cloudy, unseen past.
Among stars in the solemn silence of time and space and nothingness.
I waited, breath baited, biding my minutes
Waited for birth.

A cobweb spun
They were dancers once
These high-heeled woman, chains on their wrists
Now tight-pinned bun surges to depression.

The king a lizard was.
Phantom fighting, fainting, falling, failing.
Zeppelin busts open our skulls
Fuck fight your destiny.

Mini mommy makes me merry
Teary tides in a lunar orb.
Silvery Trinity turned inside out.
Here before the soils my name knew.

Suffer me this incarnation.
As I, a vision at your back, carve out my karma.
Those shiny stars now singe my fingertips.
I reached out to avoid them again and again and then, just once more