6/13/06 4:45 Gille, Vega, Me

[tipofyourtongue]

uh oh:
more poetry from me and my friends.
this one is joint.

"Stand by Me"

Pinto burro bliss cooking
in a languid salt pork
stone soup

my mind mellows a
mescaline melo-drama
meandering massively

as a lime drizzles down
a long neck and
bottle sweat
drips on jack

serepticiously sliding
maudlin man handled
pith and skin

when will my mind
frame crack again?
i feel like a minor
note wishing to become
a major again.

Never!
when conscious is covered
by substance.
mutherfooker
remember when?
it was a while.

but you can never
forget your sub-conscious
romex connexion

that branches off a
surge,
that allows flow
boulders blast in
a st. pete tropical gray cloud,

that allows for a bed
on pine from Australia
and a salt caked mind.
(i just cut the rind)

and so this is
now and just like
green tongued growth

my banyan bliss
enters me now
waiting to leave,
only sleeping.

wanting the tropics
and swimming in rivers
may sound counter-clockwise,
but it seems to me
as if proven to be
a now sort of dream.

Goodnight,
wish
I kissed ya,

so for now i'll shower
with pine tar.

even though I
wrecked
I crawled out the car.