Harmala dreams..
Nothing poetic about it..
Drip drop..
Cling clang
Wooooosh...
Entering the centipede womb,
The robot shark swims across the tentacle moon.

The seamonsters
seem to notice eachother..
Their extended spines and ribs
rub out the dirt of the spirit..

These spirit arthropods..
They tickle my gut..
Their fluorescent exoskeletons.
Are amazing and hypnotizing

The thoughts keep coming..
They are right there...
As a bubble I am..
And me is what again..?

All the people I know and love..
My friends and family..
Brothers and sisters..
fathers and mothers
Their spirit lives in me..
And all I can do is love it..

I love it so much I could cry..
I love it so much I could die..
Cry and die I do..

The depth in the dark
Tingles the fingers.
A little pink light..
I head out to the city..

One last look into the mirror...
I looke like a horned lion..
Maybe I'll get robbed tonight..
Get in a fight
Maybe kiss a lady..
Maybe I'll die tonight...
Anything could happen..
Tonight is a good night to die..

I head out and almost get hit by a car..
The man behind the wheel yells "Asshole!!"
I yell back "Yes!! I am an asshole!!"
The air is strange,
thick and agressive somehow..
People are yelling
The graffiti on the walls is ugly..
I take it all in, like a sponge..
I am overcome by this city..

I recognize no faces...
No one I know..
Only their spirits..
And the fleshy shells...
I walk into a bar..
I think "No way.."
Why did I come here again..?
This burnt out shithole.?
Excuse me while I shit on your table...
Excuse me while I yawn in your face...
Excuse me while I piss all over the place..
This big fucking joke.. it's killing me..
I walk back home..

Why don't I give a fuck again...?
This city is so ugly..
The people are so plastic..
deodorised mechanic monsters..
I pass a group of people..
And suddenly my stomach turns..
I feel I'm gonna vomit..
I feel the blood leaving my head..
I'm gonna throw up, and I am far from home..
Suddenly my legs stop working..
My vision is blurred and feel I'm gonna pass out..
I need help.. I need help...
Then I realize this is a lesson I am being taught.
Sweat breaks from my pores in waves.
I'm soaking wet in a second..
I don't wanna die like this..
Like a dead rat in a city dumpster..
I'm trying to fight the feeling but I know I shouldn't.
With my last strength I pull myself onto the bench of a busstop..
The sound of passing cars is hard and ugly..
LIke slowed down harsh and biting in my ears..
The lights of the busstop are pulsing, with the sound of my head..
I am soaking wet with sweat...
Fuck.. this is the end I think..
My life passes by..
I say a prayer to mother Mary..
Mary.. save me..
Then I give in... I let it come over me like a wave of disease and death..
I am gone for a while..

Left my body for a while...
With my hands in my hair..
With my but on a seat..
With my feet on the floor...
I wake up feeling weak but sober..
It must have lasted fifteen minutes.. not longer..
Strange.. I feel great...
I somehow care again...
Feeling very real.. very sober...
I sit there in the busstop..
Contemplating what the fuck just happened..
How.. not poetic.. how harsh.. yet beautiful..
I walk up and go home..
Feeling wet and sober.. a feeling of wholeness..
Then suddenly it starts raining..
The rain feels great.. I love it...

I get home and fall into a deep sleep.
I dream of the robot shark that swam across the tentacle moon..