Marlene, I Fell Asleep My Dear Poem by Chuy Amante

Sometimes I slip off,
I don't know how,
it would seem impossible,
such a stability maintained...

that I slip out of,
and start seeing things
that matter
they seem to matter more
than anything
they matter more than love

Boooooaaaaahhhhhhh ha ha ha

did I just say that?
No, the devil did!
'they matter more than love'
oh shoot me on the path
if you find my mind gone there

finish me off
blow my brains out
that I may never
think again
and feel
that 'things' matter

take my head
or...
let me show love
of the para-Earthly type
the clear blue eyes
of love unqualified
a 'whophuckingcares' attitude
24-7
you need not feel you need
to be loved
that would come from a place
unloved

the only thought being
'allness'
the whole of it all
is perfect and eye
see that in you,
thru you, around you
of you, in you, out of you,
all pervading

I'll take it
I'll die for it
I won't kill for it
I am -it
let's be
it! LOVE
awakened to LOVE