I've walked down this crumbled path before,
scanning ahead for stumble pits, tripping
over memory foam, perfectly
enraged
carrying my braining-stick
hoping to encounter some fanged clawed creature
creeping through the stinking underbrush
hunting its own murder-meat-
I'll sneak up behind it, and...

I've beat down this sinking mood before,
swimming against the tilt-a-whirlpool, sucking
my sick slick matchstick soul down
the swirling psycho drain, screaming
under boiled blistered witch's-ass sewer waves, grasping
for the slipper-rim, scratching slime from
scummy tiled sides of bowl gasping
gasping going under...

I've flown these lush-laced clouds before,
cotton candied sugar stings, floaty rainbow
symbol-things, bumping into me aloft
like undulating liposucting curly worms
singing churchbell ding dong dings, vibrating shining
silver silly- strings composed in
technicolored blue-whipped windsong misty
rushing warm jellosmack slaps, sticking
to my carved-out conscience, slip-rolled down
furry-felt phantasmagoric fat, slip-spat-thud
smacked into quiverflutter soft-spanked pleasure-mud,
                          !alive!

I've conjured hellstrong thoughtforms,
dipped in mad molassas craven,
grasped the gimballed hexagonic fire-
                         -yes-
-uprooted wiggling crazy-trees, whipped
these shredded bitter roots of butter-dipped desire,
throwing them in slumber pits
there to jiggle-burn for violet eternity-

Yes I have been here before,
writing these black squirrley-sticks
against electric white thought floor
waiting to die again