surreal cryptic shtick….

bright sun.  summer approaching.  each moment feeling like the last.  change a taste on the lips.  words jumping off the cliff of my fingertips.  blank mind but when i talk it all comes out from the emptiness.  work will get me back to right here.  mezcal got us back to the ground.  taking off my black shall.  bright orange tank top and an i don’t give a fuck.  wall of flames.  feelings that don’t have names.  dreams escaping.  leaving the moment dry where once there was an ocean floor.  not looking for a man anymore.  looking for a pan.  the archetype of this land.  raise your right hand but don’t swear.  tiger stripes in the hair.  wild child stuffing herself inside the corset of routine.  alive in the this moment.  another miracle from the unseen.  untouchable madness slithering down the drain.  surreal the only outlet for images to emerge.  logic a typical sparrow on her perch.  downsizing the download.  technology evolving.  nobody paying attention to the true calling.  what does your me feel like i asked her.  spirit she said.  what does spirit feel like i asked her.  a reliable feeling that does not go away.  what else?  home and security.  what else?  freedom.  i could get on a space ship and be gone for a stint.  or climb into a submarine and take a tour of the inner cities.  maybe i’ll marry a pleaidian.  walk through the veil and return with a new something.  anything is possible.  nevertheless i still swish coconut oil in my mouth this morning.  still get in the poses and breathe.  still unpack boxes.  still talk to the trees.  stillness.  if i could be as still as a tree forever more i might.  no need to put up any more fights with reality. allow the feeling to be what it is.  it goes away only then.  irony is the living real.  paradox paints itself as a banana peel.  back to non-sense and the surreal.  inside oblivion.  she mentioned that song.  he mentioned denver.  we chirped all night long.  another fiery night the way june likes it.  waking up soft determined and quiet…