Otherside. Poem by Mary X

And when waking with life
lifting your skin,
little flowers caressing your bomb-fiend.
And when in a state so rapid you sink.
Once realized that the rest
of your body may be only just finding
your brain,

Cyanide dreams and places that seem
sticky with saturation.
And when detailing the small parts of
your nine to five job listing
stock that doesn't exist..
in pondering ponds as
a winged fish with legs.

And when contemplating your own life,
a sky with warp holes in its side - ajhadfidsfldhfg.
scouring scouts with eyebrows below waist.
laugh at the business man you once remembered
being, now laying in states of armless need..

Welcome to purple skies and blue grass,
welcome to Megdon's own mess,
welcome to the keyhole world without keys.

Welcome; woman, man, child...
to the sun setting upon its own death.