Tripping
Experiencing the chemical fumes and vapor
Illustrious alimony
We serve cold spaghetti-o’s -outta the can - dinners
And Kool-Aid stained counter tops attracting banana flies
Oh the murk and mire of the hobble hotel
The filth, the fury...the ecstatic hum and vibration
Twisting me in place, stuck in the void...the hole
Reverberating skulls, and déjà vu anthems blasting away into the universe
Two packs of Camel crushes a day
Check
Two to three cans of Monster
Check
Scooby Snax, coke bottle murky tea, screens and lot’s of water
DOUBLE CHECK
We’re on a mission to experience glorious death awake in our bodies
Giving nutcracker statues names and talking to closet doors
Tripping...tripping...hoppity hop...tripping
...down the rabbit’s hole.
Copyright Adam Gaile 2013
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