Qaanaaq

Qaanaaq

I left beaches of soft sand,
for the stacked ice of Greenland
due to being an envious emotional
Shipwreck
S&^$ sucks
I’m almost as wild as my own low expectations,
I thought it was just a mild year of meditation,
but I’ve been here for over ten.
Almost unaware,
let’s look at my hair, 
I simply don’t care,
I’ll just keep chasing the edge of Ice
and stay here 
until the landscape nearly eats me alive. 

 Don’t jive with the cold?
Go
Live in your mold and humidity
and your down south stupidity,
I moved here for the morbidity of glacial history.
Sea rising misery incoming
your blind hypocrisy
will be tested 
when the Florida blessed
have to pull up their pants
cover their asses and
pack up the children
and grandchildren to...

Escaped Through the Wormhole

Turning in the worm tunnel
          the lines
      unraveling
              while I’m time traveling,
I hear a ringing something in my gravity-------------stretched
ear, my spaghettified fear [look it up]
I’m near
a complex effect
yet, my ship is long wrecked,
we were connecting the sectors,
we are stardust collectors.

Too bad we neglected our trajectory
didn’t correct it to victory,
now in a strictly forbidden wormhole
hidden within another dimension,
and just outside lies the elemental
nectars of divine planets
crammed in with
Neodymium & Neon
refracting towards far out fronds
of a galaxy beyond
Earthen sight
where light
is nearly gone
and gear-ran peons,
machi...

Intoxigerated

I don’t know where I am or how I got here
But I fear I now have Alzheimer’s.
Was it the bandoliers of beers I wear
        or is my time simply near?
Still, I’ll probably feel a little more clear with wine
And oaken soak in my belly
And no one dare tell me
Differently.

I am ill,
bent up, and I spent too much
Last night
With forgotten delight
On distorted bets
That I now
foggily regret,
My mind-boggingly swinetastic actions
Caused confused reactions and
Might have cost me my last abstract transaction.

I couldn’t help but let my snootstatic-erratic Tapiric
friend out from the zoo.

With a little lockpicking voodoo
my very weird dancing Tapir tattoo
Came too true,
The fright on their blurry faces
From my slurry wordy embraces
And the Tapir&rsquo...

Something Weird Has Happened

I just got back from the shack out in the Woods ‘cause I thought it could be cool to rule the local wild for a while,
maybe bring a smile to my fairly funky face,
but it went sour
my aurum power proved dour after too few hours.

If only digestion didn’t have a bias
against the trials of King Midas,
gold
causes me severe gastritis,
in agony, alone in the silence,
I had to make an alliance
with the mire I might become buried in,
and only the syrups of sin,
that is, whiskey and gin,
had the rights of alchemy to enter me.

Was so wasted on rye that I learned to fly
from a raccoon that I raced to the Moon,
she won, even went to the Sun,
“Don’t burn up, hon!”
 

Dehydrated

Forty-six days ago
              I was stuck in that desert,

Not a drop to my name
Or thoughts of the sane,
More of the same, the less I refrained.
Time
    []
stacked
   []
fast,
  []
it’s too much voodoo to do
Today and tomorrow
So very sad the doctor isn’t in,
his hex always backfires
Yet again
Catching a case of the diminished.

A cactus.

Replenished-------------------------------------Collision,
Incoming imagination,
Hearty laughter from hallucinations,
Vibrations,
      From the barren earth below,
         & Somehow I know
Today it is Not happening
For I begged the mirage too far.
To give, three weeks to seek
       
...