jupitersterrain four

8.30pm misc draft 



my head feels 
like a trampoline 
with the notes bouncing 
on it slowly like a skin ... and 
suddenly weightless floating in slow 
motion ... like you do like that piece of 
shrapnel moving slowly past the sun ... and 
then i seem to turn into an amplifier like a echo chamber 

just a boom box for the sex hop wah wah that is not music 
the pelt is my inside out organs expose glistening to 
receive the sounds gurgling glugging sounds 
from an alien place ... my heart curdled 
like it scrunched up an all my innards
crunched ... your dirty filthy ... 

an yeah the 
sky is celebrating 
the crown jewels are in 
a cabinet in emergency break glass an 
the river of love flows on through the light storm