Handmade Projections

Live and let
Love or leave
Liquid flesh
Bubbling chrysalis
Underneath
A gingerbread minaret crumbling
There's little left for me to unbelieve
In effect spinning Indra's net into a disco ball
Innocent until proven able to dissuade the dog
On the day Wishbone imitates your favorite pagan god
Is this a plague or not don't waver with the anchor drop
Sane or not it ain't plainly partitioned
I'm walking a thin line with gangly armed gibbons
On an Earhart mission with a spare part engine
Drifting a race-car with the sway-bar missing
Braid antlers grey matter remains all twisted
Rorschach floor plan awol missing
At it's face it's all waves over lawn clippings
In the shade it's a maze of neighborhood watch whispers
I take it with a grain the regalia's all tinsel
Clankity dross metal
Tracheas long winded with snakity style sibilance
I'm phasing it out check it
Picture me In the weeds with agrarian farm methods
I'm blatantly lost
Lately been ganglia gone fishing
And I'd be properly bored but
The lathes off center
Forecast a sure chance of hadron collision
Keep your tray-top lifted
Remain calm placent
Waste not calories on brain cognition
Floundering through galleries of H Bosch Triptychs
Today's the perfect day for a graveyard picnic
Remembering my genesis in agar dishes

Dense as lambas breadcrumbs in the center of a dead sun
Genuine genuflection in the presence of a dendron
Tetris'd echelons get redrum'd
Til its bedlam
Every thought is a flashbang
Tossed in the trenches
Cough in the ashtray
Floss in the maw of a lamprey
Nexus of all my handmade projections
And then some and then some



Credits
Writer(s): Cullen Brown
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