Man lets
moon
mirror his madness
moon shows
man
the power of sadness.
One glance and I was
afloat on soft buzz
suspended in answers
by a swift neuromancer
surrounded by some
all I needed was one
then one day I said
as I sat in my head:
"This must be it,
this is all that I'll get";
A subtle warm flesh
and a head full of shit.
Maddened moments
in trances
trigger
funkadelic dances
abstracting romances
between Heaven and Hell;
Can't you see, can't you tell
as these thoughts they set sail
to bring back the goodness
to reel in the glory
bringing on twists
and turns in the story;
fueling my flesh
to rise up to the test
to stir my old spirit
I can hear, I can feel it
that thump in my chest
that heat in my veins
That "nothing to lose,
yet infinite gain."
I wake around craters
and dance on the rims
my thoughts have a gravity
that centers me in;
I float to the top
of the world in my head
holding my breathing
pretending I'm dead.
I'm flibbidy flobbidy
I'm gibbldy goo
I'm fuckin' Bill Cosby
and Three's Company Too.
