By Crash Wilmot
The dripping water brings lucidity,
as the soul slowly retracts into the mind.
An eye floating above a purple sky.
A screeching voice reflects the peace around.
Quietly waiting for an answer reached long ago.
By a thumbed nose and a forgotten cigarette.
Sexually quelled with whip cream,
And a Large cherry coke at Perkins,
For a dollar and 16 cents.
Hats turned backwards in a show
of rebellion and a spiritual style.
Hoping for a future of fast vehicles,
And a mass senseless destruction.
A lemon pierced slowly be the male ego.
Crying outwardly because there isn’t space inside
for emotions anymore.
Lipstick stains on a windburned façade
illegal in a society strained by social conscience.
Then the ink dries itself.
And the whole universe and parallels counterverses
Become blank once again.