scarab honey pills

[revolutionrabbit]

I wasn't sitting in the rain of railroad tracks
I was walking down by big alphabets of moon
her face came into view like an Egyptian cat
the zero stars trembled through the electric fur
she glides through the underground celestial
on silent paws of sleepy golden goldfish
festivals of winged beetles dance along ancient
I watched the pyramids undress the a night
darkness floated by like savage spaceships
only to open the river of scarab honey pills

[dadio]

Very surreal/ Good poem.

[revolutionrabbit]

being surreal is not always a very thing
off times it becomes merely a place holder

[stilltrucking]

it's CPR™ for language sometimes for me
when I am making too much sense of things
depends maybe if I am stoned or not

I just like to read it either way
thanks