purplehaze all in my brain ..lately things don’t seem the same..
this poem not sure what it wants to be
sitting quietly flummoxed by opaque
dreamscape scraping scraps from
begging bowl *a pot induced lack of soul
(*SOMA by any other name)
evil pot doc – the main side effect is psychic constipation
near dead poet – sign me up!
but i am making a comeback through
the mundane chopping wood watching
screens calls to BELL TDCANADATRUST
ROGERS NIRVANA ROOFERS R’US have
ground a once proud flowerchild to dust
but don’t cry for me argentina i commit the
pact of faust daily with an e.coliridden samsung
capturing + nailing light to my wall little immortalities
+please do excuse me while i fuck the sky
oy
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Winter 2020
*Soma – the happiness pill of the brave new world..
“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the
overcompensations for misery. And being contented has none of the
glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness
of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt.
Happiness is never grand.” (
songanddancegirl 