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waiting
for reality to impinge on me
anesthetized by ample
cocktail fantasy

the dread of this
the doom of that
now safely liquored
in coma bath

pink floyd called it
comfortably numb
a fairytale place really
where nothing can harm you

stone free
is not the absence of rock
it's the contentment
of petrification

that's right, miss mutha-earth
I'll say it again
stone free
is not a rockless existence

it's your blessing
on mummification

hey saw! good to see you...

I'm going to read this a few times... It sorta made me high, but then again, not sure what it all means and it sort of implied surgery with the anesthetized phrase. hmmmm...

as always, you're a wordsmith.

not sure if i got it all
got your intentions
but i liked it all
because i can relate to it
this bit anyway

fairytale place really
where nothing can harm you

Stoned free for weeks now as i turn my comfort zone upside down i am going into it with both eyes shut tight fairytale place of of calm.

thanks for the poem and all the meanings of it.

stone free has it consequences, but i ask you this question, brother saw -why dicker with liquor when morphine is quicker?

I'm digging this, saw.

images from satin forties or fifties films
to the Rolling Stones apocalipsis

gracias, saw!

"a fairytale place really
where nothing can harm you"

This is a place everyone can and must have.
If I were president, I would start a fund for its preservation.
Shades of nirvana here, breezin in and out between the words.
Dig.
H

doreen, truck, dino, lucy, arcadia, hester......enjoyed your comments

p.s...........hester for president !

There's something about each word here that is really good--that thinks and doesn't dwell in thinking (like finding my address whenever I'm drinking).

But the last half is truly amazing.

And when I read this:

saw wrote:it's your blessing
on mummification

I thought the "on" was an "or"--and that was cool too. Petrification: deep theological possibilties to mine. Hm... I was a geo undergrad with a double major in enviro. science...took it on to seminary and switched from contemplating rocks to praying to one. When I build my personal chapel, maybe it will have a rock to contemplate rather than a focal cross...or the scriptures...and maybe it will be interesting to navigate a life in faith centered on a descriptor of life in a nonlife means of being.

...Since this has now become a journal entry, I'll stop...but thanks.

great response joel.......it's nice to hear the kind of details that affected you..

as a poet, we can only hope that some of our words will cause someone to consider them.......so thanx again