Raining in the Pink

Pink is always the Color

To find out the obsession of your inner

Dirty water muddy chameleon

Slime oozing through the spores of the sinner

Breaking the love made out of steel

Because it's just numbness you only feel

Pink is always the color

Eyes blood shot becomes the winner

Pharmaceutical advancements and miracles

Made us all ignorant losers

Cringed every time the clock struck home

Everything became more and more and bigger and better

The Carnival of Frowns

The life-stream, muddy, rocky, frothing,

Go with the flow they say, sitting by the river bank.

The life-stream is not a physical entity,

Again and again, they sat gazing and gestured,

"Go with the flow', "Go with the flow, my child"

I looked and saw madness and currents streaming down

The river looked like a serpent,

fleeing an attacker, writhing away in panic.

These are the hypocrites,

sitting there by the banks, and teaching spiritual hungry souls.

These are the ones who fear the river,

But wishes to see another struggle and drown.

"Go with the flow," they said

I jumped in and let the river's water engulf me

Dragged me, violent and forceful. I let go.

The last I saw of the hypocrites by the bank,

Were a carnival of frowns.

View from the Hills

A rainbow stretches from the sun.
Brushing the horizon with shades of orange,
On the edges of a crescent moon,
Among the goblins dressed like elves.

Only the worst junk gets collected here,
At the princess's tea party, we serve the trolls.
But nay! This is only a movie set of an 80's science flick. No fear.
Everyone is hunting easter eggs that went down a rabbit hole.

Peaches that were pink and blue,
Had poison for the rotten parts of our souls.
We knick and bleed, drop by drop into the tree
Killing it to make it again. There is no pain. Only ecstatic howls.

They breed with the fungi,
They scrape their asses clean with bellflowers.
Rummy nights on the beaches or the hills,
They are well known across the land simply as morons.