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Bluelighter
I hear the train conductor call out the next stop on the track as I kick my feet-up on the violet colored vinyl seats, I push my face to the window and watch all the things I have been missing... The clickty-clack of the train slowly corrupts my consciousness and hypnotizes me, slowly easing me into a light dream...
Shut your eyes and listen to the sound inside my head
close your eyes to the colors of the world
It all in your mind
The glint off her glasses display the reflection of a green cube, blurred and scattered neon. Bent cigarettes.
An ambiguous amber glow illuminates the smoke settled room
modern furniture in a decrepid building
Her face free of glasses, stray hairs shooting off in a thousand directions, backlit.
Red pumps flex a beautiful calf muscle as tacky rope lighting blinks as her breast rests on the brass railing of the bar.
silver snow-blurry vision-explosion of crashing icicles, obscured by raindrops.
You can see the pained expression hiding behind her forehead, residual resentment wells-up in her eyes. Such perfect innocent looking eyes round and image provoking of Doe a deer a female deer. Sirens wail and the traffic glides by unobtrusively pumping fumes into my intoxicated fractured being.
Jittery and brisk gestures [jerky] punctuate his desire for relief, Fidgeting with the slip-lock pill bottle top in his pockets, her eyes drift in a downward gaze.
I finish my pint of beer and open the door to the world.
Dusted snow spins in mini-whirl winds as I round the corner, the slick marble/granite of the banks exterior walls lets my hand slide with relatively no friction, I stop at the stoplight and glance at my feet.
Crudely stenciled on the sidewalk is the words 'God is a Spark', I notice the soft lime green color achieved from the spraypaint and instinctively think about fluffy green buds [lime-green].
I stare into the foreground and extend a hand pushing a finger into the elastic reality, it bends back like a rubber ball. I look over my shoulder.
You can tell the complexity of a crystal by the way she shines, a color scheme frozen in time.
Steel corrugated safety door punctuate the street view. Ribbed they hide the corner deli.
Handwoven Indian throw rugs dusted in a bone color sets the backdrop of the blossoming poppy, which soon swirls into the thought of some of the first psychedelic images woven into art, I could step on and take a magic carpet ride to the far-east, and unlock the secrets of the past, but what about the secrets of the present? Straw strewn into thread weaving the inner-workings of a back-washed brain, the golden thread.
Disheveled city forms around the aquatic wonderland, murky waters or murky winds? The pavement rolls out west, tranquility is needed as my view is blocked by thousands of tiny twigs [pick-up sticks] multi-colored.
Somewhere over the Rainbow and Oh What a Wonderful World plays over and over in my head in a high speed rushing quicker than my thoughts. I pull the emergency brake as I pull the cold glass pipe up to my lips and spark a hit of pot. I have a strange urge to tongue the piece of glass with my lips/tongue, making out with the bowl again huh?
Broken ceramic tiles
some off in the distance subway stop
scrawled with a 1inch Sharpy is the stylized word: Resin. Horn's [of a beast] bookend each side of the graffiti tag
Slushy framed puddles ripple my faces
I grab onto the wrought iron railing thick with years upon years of paint.
Chipped color forms
Random squares different hue's of red overlap to form more tints, a single drop of blood triggers lucid memories of a forgotten past...
A mobile of shaved and polished stoned spin in the artificial wind currents contradicting its actions in my mind
Her breast swells the swell of a healthy wave, as the waify girl arches back in delight, slow motion frames. Each frame is a different color [shimmering, bronzed, green] As the images play thru my head we laugh and smile underneath a bed of crumpled Autumn leafs. Her body moves at half pace, slow down your speed its too fast, suspended motion drips into my cortex. Hold my hand with your little fingers.
Tri-colored [red-blue-green]
Antiqued backwashed in a yellow'd white
Stolen by unknown shadows, grabbing my conscious and frozen body. My skull feels cracked, a disarrayed lightning bolt melts into the floor, my micro-fine crystalline hairs shatter in the heat of the thought.
green, red, blue lines of a coded CTA [Chicago Transit Authority] skip into my thoughts, as the clouds of smoke dispell and the landscape comes into view.
I am awoken to the conductors deep voice calling off 'Harlem Avenue, Harlem Avenue'
I rub my eyes and dash of the train into the world of actuality.
Shut your eyes and listen to the sound inside my head
close your eyes to the colors of the world
It all in your mind
The glint off her glasses display the reflection of a green cube, blurred and scattered neon. Bent cigarettes.
An ambiguous amber glow illuminates the smoke settled room
modern furniture in a decrepid building
Her face free of glasses, stray hairs shooting off in a thousand directions, backlit.
Red pumps flex a beautiful calf muscle as tacky rope lighting blinks as her breast rests on the brass railing of the bar.
silver snow-blurry vision-explosion of crashing icicles, obscured by raindrops.
You can see the pained expression hiding behind her forehead, residual resentment wells-up in her eyes. Such perfect innocent looking eyes round and image provoking of Doe a deer a female deer. Sirens wail and the traffic glides by unobtrusively pumping fumes into my intoxicated fractured being.
Jittery and brisk gestures [jerky] punctuate his desire for relief, Fidgeting with the slip-lock pill bottle top in his pockets, her eyes drift in a downward gaze.
I finish my pint of beer and open the door to the world.
Dusted snow spins in mini-whirl winds as I round the corner, the slick marble/granite of the banks exterior walls lets my hand slide with relatively no friction, I stop at the stoplight and glance at my feet.
Crudely stenciled on the sidewalk is the words 'God is a Spark', I notice the soft lime green color achieved from the spraypaint and instinctively think about fluffy green buds [lime-green].
I stare into the foreground and extend a hand pushing a finger into the elastic reality, it bends back like a rubber ball. I look over my shoulder.
You can tell the complexity of a crystal by the way she shines, a color scheme frozen in time.
Steel corrugated safety door punctuate the street view. Ribbed they hide the corner deli.
Handwoven Indian throw rugs dusted in a bone color sets the backdrop of the blossoming poppy, which soon swirls into the thought of some of the first psychedelic images woven into art, I could step on and take a magic carpet ride to the far-east, and unlock the secrets of the past, but what about the secrets of the present? Straw strewn into thread weaving the inner-workings of a back-washed brain, the golden thread.
Disheveled city forms around the aquatic wonderland, murky waters or murky winds? The pavement rolls out west, tranquility is needed as my view is blocked by thousands of tiny twigs [pick-up sticks] multi-colored.
Somewhere over the Rainbow and Oh What a Wonderful World plays over and over in my head in a high speed rushing quicker than my thoughts. I pull the emergency brake as I pull the cold glass pipe up to my lips and spark a hit of pot. I have a strange urge to tongue the piece of glass with my lips/tongue, making out with the bowl again huh?
Broken ceramic tiles
some off in the distance subway stop
scrawled with a 1inch Sharpy is the stylized word: Resin. Horn's [of a beast] bookend each side of the graffiti tag
Slushy framed puddles ripple my faces
I grab onto the wrought iron railing thick with years upon years of paint.
Chipped color forms
Random squares different hue's of red overlap to form more tints, a single drop of blood triggers lucid memories of a forgotten past...
A mobile of shaved and polished stoned spin in the artificial wind currents contradicting its actions in my mind
Her breast swells the swell of a healthy wave, as the waify girl arches back in delight, slow motion frames. Each frame is a different color [shimmering, bronzed, green] As the images play thru my head we laugh and smile underneath a bed of crumpled Autumn leafs. Her body moves at half pace, slow down your speed its too fast, suspended motion drips into my cortex. Hold my hand with your little fingers.
Tri-colored [red-blue-green]
Antiqued backwashed in a yellow'd white
Stolen by unknown shadows, grabbing my conscious and frozen body. My skull feels cracked, a disarrayed lightning bolt melts into the floor, my micro-fine crystalline hairs shatter in the heat of the thought.
green, red, blue lines of a coded CTA [Chicago Transit Authority] skip into my thoughts, as the clouds of smoke dispell and the landscape comes into view.
I am awoken to the conductors deep voice calling off 'Harlem Avenue, Harlem Avenue'
I rub my eyes and dash of the train into the world of actuality.
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