no price

she put a hurtin' on the bottle
but it wasn't over me
cus that would mean it was once
margo and me

she's country plain, pretty 'nuff
man that voice it grabbed my scruff
now i can't get enough

so next time i put the hurtin' on the bottle
it'll be for a love not lost
cus you can't lose something
you ain't never got

suffrrr

head down. follow the stripe

lung heave bronchial bloom
thinking about the end
look up. right the ship
big push out. pull in

seizure dawns ominously

push it out. follow the stripe
burn and expand - arch tension
focus on minutia

distraction is so welcome
fleeting and faint
focus. on the paint

blurry forms ahead. in a tunnel
looming
pull in tight. grimace
fire all around

focus. follow the stripe

steering gear of the mind

the worm gear of the mind
       the carrier of the soul
depend on twenty-eight bearings
to move between the dawn of thought
and the dusk of action
if the gear travels too far
the bearings drop
and life and thoughts seize
and rust and flake

mental cranial density
a fog that hangs
     inexpressibility abounds
voices of reason echo through thought jell-o
horse hoofs ground and dyed to
color thoughts in suspended animation with
fruit bits and cool whip.
can this be explained?