Squeeze the world for color

 The dripping of reality
mutlicolored liquid 
slipping into the world
a drop into the eyes
A drop on the surface of the land

Each color an aura 
A drama under the wig
Inside the shocked face
swirling inside teh gaping mouth

Mixing and souping in the gravity
Thoughts and observations
Merging internal reflections
Erroneous perceptions

Taking the viewer further out into the depths
Of a multicolored lake inviting them to slowly drown
In those over pinked and over purpled delusional fantasies
In those depths there is abundance of feeling

Just zero oxygen

Open house and other projections

 Big bleached hair on the skinny man
Here to ask for the price of rent
be showed through the homes
Let him in

Tolerate the overexcitement
The convincing approach
he is here to sign a contract
Yet he is pushing the argument

He is underweight
running on the fumes
On the suds
On the euphoria of the last lay

Skin leathery up close
But shining and radiant from afar
Almost a lowlevel politician
Too separate too unknown

You judge this man
Not even unfolding the lease
He reminds you to much of yourself
In a world where honesty is pure vulgarity

Weather remind me

 I forgot who I once was
calling down from the cliff
my voice lost somewhere near the bottom
Where drafts shift and circle back
Compund ghosts of the past fight amongst themselves for direction

I paced back and forth upon the summit
Moon says hide
daylight sun says confront
Wind taunts with tone of dead empires
Invisible fingers on my shoulder

I look down to where the ocean hits the rock below
Slurping and spitting a slow sense of the sea at feast
The mist of it rises and freshens me
Every voice of the climate
calling me to stand and remember 

Beach cabin hardly walk

 The two cabins on the beach front sat passive resigned
Waiting for retired couples to fill them
Their whispers and murmurs almost audible
over the crashing waves

They sit like tired toddlers
Slowly nodding to each other
beige faces window eyes unwinkable
Squatting there near the sand

As if freshly placed within the play pen
But the two children are still
Rubbing eyes and waking
Unworried and unaware of the world

Awaiting human hosts to give them real souls
To routine them into magical existence
walls bulge slightly outward
healthy mother's milk 

An old couple is taken for the tour
they go through each room
and feel slightly more glum
They walk out wondering why anyone would live in either

When you forgot your vanity

 The mirror looks out
Theres nothing in the room
No human, not even a spirit
Would be good just to see a pair of eyes but no

The presence invades the empty house
vain voids and fresh pain
hanging cords but no chandelier
the sense of birth death and a short infancy lost to the backrooms of another universe

The mirror coughs
a stream of water bursts from the glass
It screams in a distraught english accent -are you having a laugh
A tooth came flying out blood tipped

The clean clothes on the bed tongued the sheets
The floor burped 
footsteps came up the stairs toward the bedroom
A person entered avoiding the stale entity in the mirror

Floating table and food hell

 Ten meters above the party I was standing on floating table
Every side featured a person who was eating from a big bowl
Some for of chip and some form of dip
the only sense of it all was pure gluttony

I tried to steady myself on the floating table
It went up and down, I almost fell off
Things were so precarious
But I was the newcomer

The rest of the people here had been here for centuries
Feeding on their big bowl of overflavored favorite snack
The table was so unstable I was sure to fall
Forced to move with it's ups and downs

Asked to feed with the fixed souls
As they kept eating and invited others to eat
I craved some sort of balance there was none
I craved some sort of medicine

Only present in my sense of equilibrium

The railway checkpoint

 In the gully there was a checkpoint on the traintrack
Where the local trains ran through
I approached and was stopped by a guard
He inquired as to what i was doing

Before I could answer a crowd of people had formed
They were pushing from behind
The guard separated the crowd with a boomgate
I got stuck on the side on the tracks

I imagine a train arriving
Getting flattened with the three or four fomopeople
The guard hauled out an empty wagon platform
We stood on it and it carried us off to nowhere