my auditory hallucinations

[justwalt]

music moves me... madly,
but I am not a crazed musician...
I seek magic in every melody,
still, I am no kind of magician...

music woos me... acutely,
but there's no chemical relation...
at times we can get moody,
but that's the tone of our flirtation...

music consumes me... wholly,
yet, I've never seen me missing...
it resurrects my memory,
but will always leave me wishing...

music infills me... ineffably,
but then, I am made of vibration...
words have a degree of clarity,
yet, none to name this sensation...

music is in my... biology,
but I've never needed a physician...
I live within this harmony,
and pray to die from my condition...


wgs/6/16

[saw]

the rhyming works,.... like any good rap song...

[WIREMAN]

Soothe that savage beast

[the mingo]

church bus
disappearing over
the hill

[wylde]

in a semens galley
the fruit of ripened
auditions ripple
those sounds of famous
silence
to questions remaining
unanswered still blowing
in the wind my friend.

[justwalt]

sawman... it's hotel california kinda universe and you know it.

an' wireman, I am disturbed

but wyldeone... we must meet in peru... soon...
long time miho, what's for diner?

[wylde]

rather than lake lake titicaca with lima beans and roast guinea pigs
or tangiers; marakesh or on north sea oil rigs

let's plug sockets under the picnic of our milken wheys
our wholes filled with antitmatter and udder things
in the words our minds say

each death by injection
a green mile of swathing willows
pulling up to party
at toad of toad hall infection

simply as we share the taste of bile
cause we both have the gall

to celebrate for no reason at all


peace @cha.