An Old Bottle Of Imagination - Poem by Drax ...
I found an old bottle of imagination under the sink
even the date was out of date
I thought the hell with it
lets risk it
like a vintage poison
it brought death to old thoughts
I convulsed a little
fairly normal with this shade of green
I was away then in a cow filled sky
cobweb trees fluttering in the wind
bird spiders monkey jumping in delight
an orange grass corn field caressing me surrounding me
a long line of voluptuous body posts
decadent immoral dirty in the swell of the field
I rested in their shade of black
licking at the sounds of six legged horses
I was in a painting, panting
from the heat of busy brushes
drawing a bizarre future in miniature
a corner of my eye oblongated
I stepped carefully among the shit pyramids
wondering of the animal's anus, Darwinasstic
the fish duck plopping pedantically on my path
stepping aside to avoid the tickle of scaly feathers
then the sharp mountains crept up on me
I fell through their zigzags
my grip on reality slipping..
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