Staring into Inertia Corridors
Doppelgänger round the bend
Shifting from station to station
Lost in this horrid screenplay
Droning antennas
Incoherent voices
I scramble their transmission
with my tin foil mask
Let’s dive into this Cesspool that is life
Intake the Devil’s substance
Open the portals of perception
Read between the lines of angel dust
Cinders fell from a mescaline sky
like virgin thoughts to a worm-ridden mind
Wailing masses wash away
It’s the dawn of Helter Skelter
In my temple of vice
Wading through molasses
Seeking another distraction
Something to hold off this innate unrest
Featureless talk show hosts
fade out in a dark purple haze
Block the keyhole, shut the drapes
My stalking neighbor is on to me
Brew some Tea, my trusted servant
Some of that green to set the matters right
Carried by revelations in tunnel vision
Crawlers gathering in the pipeline
As muculent tentacles coil around
the paralysed Lotuseater
From uncharted depths
roaches arise on techno stilts
Queen praying mantis
gnawing on my feet
Watching the end roll by
from my Electric Recliner
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