untitled #7

We, 
who spent three hours
staring into
blue smoke that hung,
came edging down, creating
mesmerizing fragmented creatures
visions of
frantic impossible complexity.

(linguistic
discontinuity,
monochrome mood of
eccentricity
dark cigars not filled with tobacco
conscious taboo rhythm of the mind)

Listening to the
mortal garbage
dying slowly
watching it writhe with
brilliant, burning 
phosphorescence

later
off we went
broke and drunk
seraphically
shuddered in the road
hearing the disembodied
intensity of the 
moans
of sleeping cities,
evil discordant harmony.

in the streets or on
saintly roads seeking
the invisible spiritual dimension while
sporadically
confessing the soul
in the empty quiet.

--coolcat