05-18-2013, 09:48 PM
I don't like to do introductions, but this is very,very experimental and not totally finished. I guess I'm kind of wondering
is it too "out there."
Special K for Breakfast
Everybody told me not to, which I mistakenly heard as,
"You might as well, what have you got to lose."
"Take someone with you" they pleaded.
So after nominating Myself, I took Me.
There we were, Me and I, sitting down to breakfast...
"Ladies and Gentlemen this is your captain speaking
welcome aboard flight...",
"I'll have special K thanks" I said to the air hostess.
"...event of an emergency there are no safety exits..."
The rest of our breakfast was prepared as we waited.
"...seatbelts are provided merely for fascination. Enjoy your..."
In a quick contemptuous utterance, breakfast was devoured.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!!"
Flames, frantic frenzied flashes.
Pulsating, paralytic pains engulfing the fragile passage, dragging in
it's wake caustic hooks, tearing the membrane assunder.
Ascending to assault the back of the eyeball.
White hot toxic sand. Seeping into the soft tissue then slowly
trickling down into the back of throat.
Drip...
Drop...
Noxious, acrid bitter...
"Our current altitude is..."
deep breath,
"...above the clouds."
High flight. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue.
Sounds of Africa, a voice singing "medicine is magical and
magical is art."
Whilst watching Myself and Me and I from the far distant corner
of the galactic room, the trinity slowly turned to acknowledge the
higher self-contained "human trampoline and sometimes when
I'm falling."
Surprise attack, ambushed, reversal role.
Now, we three, spellbound look on helplessly destitute,
"What if I die here?", trapped in this screen,
"spinning in infinity", watching myself
watch myself observe "the pale yellow moon."
With reality obliterated, due to the fact that we mistook it for
reality, all five of us ventured forth into the laptop.
"Don't I know you from the cinematographer's party?"
"No, sorry." He must have us mixed up with, "somebody could
walk into this room and say your life is on fire."
Legs gone, legs long, legs of dwarf, giant legs.
Small giant, tiny dwarf, gigantic arms,
"And we are homeless, homeless"
Did we mention dimensions, all the possibilities of a K hole?
Walk can we diagonal, horizontal, "it's all over the evening news."
"NO STOP!!!"
"Houston, we have a problem!!!"
...........
...........
"This is Who's Town, we explained before lift off sir, NO EXIT"
Of a sudden, waking up in our claustrophobic coffin,
hindered by heavy heat,
weighing down,
constricting,
oppressive,
weight,
dead.
Now
opening it's eyes,
eyeball to eyeball to eyeballs,
balling, shouting from the abyss,
"that was your Father, before you was born dude."
"Ladies and Gentleman, this is your captain speaking
we are currently entering some turbulence, which will delay..."
"NO TURBULENCE!!!"
"two hours."
"well it's not just me and it's not just you this is all around the world."
is it too "out there."
Special K for Breakfast
Everybody told me not to, which I mistakenly heard as,
"You might as well, what have you got to lose."
"Take someone with you" they pleaded.
So after nominating Myself, I took Me.
There we were, Me and I, sitting down to breakfast...
"Ladies and Gentlemen this is your captain speaking
welcome aboard flight...",
"I'll have special K thanks" I said to the air hostess.
"...event of an emergency there are no safety exits..."
The rest of our breakfast was prepared as we waited.
"...seatbelts are provided merely for fascination. Enjoy your..."
In a quick contemptuous utterance, breakfast was devoured.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!!"
Flames, frantic frenzied flashes.
Pulsating, paralytic pains engulfing the fragile passage, dragging in
it's wake caustic hooks, tearing the membrane assunder.
Ascending to assault the back of the eyeball.
White hot toxic sand. Seeping into the soft tissue then slowly
trickling down into the back of throat.
Drip...
Drop...
Noxious, acrid bitter...
"Our current altitude is..."
deep breath,
"...above the clouds."
High flight. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue.
Sounds of Africa, a voice singing "medicine is magical and
magical is art."
Whilst watching Myself and Me and I from the far distant corner
of the galactic room, the trinity slowly turned to acknowledge the
higher self-contained "human trampoline and sometimes when
I'm falling."
Surprise attack, ambushed, reversal role.
Now, we three, spellbound look on helplessly destitute,
"What if I die here?", trapped in this screen,
"spinning in infinity", watching myself
watch myself observe "the pale yellow moon."
With reality obliterated, due to the fact that we mistook it for
reality, all five of us ventured forth into the laptop.
"Don't I know you from the cinematographer's party?"
"No, sorry." He must have us mixed up with, "somebody could
walk into this room and say your life is on fire."
Legs gone, legs long, legs of dwarf, giant legs.
Small giant, tiny dwarf, gigantic arms,
"And we are homeless, homeless"
Did we mention dimensions, all the possibilities of a K hole?
Walk can we diagonal, horizontal, "it's all over the evening news."
"NO STOP!!!"
"Houston, we have a problem!!!"
...........
...........
"This is Who's Town, we explained before lift off sir, NO EXIT"
Of a sudden, waking up in our claustrophobic coffin,
hindered by heavy heat,
weighing down,
constricting,
oppressive,
weight,
dead.
Now
opening it's eyes,
eyeball to eyeball to eyeballs,
balling, shouting from the abyss,
"that was your Father, before you was born dude."
"Ladies and Gentleman, this is your captain speaking
we are currently entering some turbulence, which will delay..."
"NO TURBULENCE!!!"
"two hours."
"well it's not just me and it's not just you this is all around the world."
wae aye man ye radgie