Meditations

Are you feeling it?
I’m faking it.
A vision opaque
Buried in split ends.
Close your eyes
Do you see this red wall?
Can you look past your nose?
I think I just got a whiff
Of Abraham Lincoln
Forgotten souls of
Lost
Bodies.
A life progressing into
Static reality.
Don’t jump the gun
Choose wisely
Or Wait.
It’s your choice.
I’m overgrown
Shackled to these weeds
Whose roots penetrate to depths
Unknown even to me.
Open up and swallow.
Take a swig of this sweat
A tad pungent
A little rusted
And mostly perforated.
You bit off more than you could chew.
Please read the instruction manual before using
Warning: choking hazard.
I would have said something, but
I’m blue.
Inhale through the nose and
Om.
Unconscious of my consciousness.
So I sink.
And expand.
And slowly
Dissipate.
The thunder rolls away
Tucked under the black horizon.
The flashes of light
Suddenly subtle
Muddy
Minute
As I drown in a pool of my subconscious