Voices in My Lungs

I thought I was a soldier once,
I was walking paralyzed
lost in time

the light beside the chamber...
ten thousand lines.

perception squared
times mass

divided by age...

root limitation image
words in my lungs...

as the year surrounds me,
rusty voices at the bar

eyes close and thoughts
evaporate in the lesser
death of old reason

weird lights inside the bar room.
I am a confused animal
again

the day is a stranger,
barking Jesus is upon us.
softly going insane.

these words
again these words
take the rose out of your mouth

that look
like an excuse for the universe

ten directions
in the mail

like the sore of infinity
it's time the sky collapsed
...and I was waiting for change

that bar across the corner

I am a child again.

why not disrupt the senses?
why not disrupt the senses?

ten thousand years
destroy the day
every time
I open my mouth

it seems I'm too wasted to talk

nerve memory
makes way for the reconstruction
of the MDMA experience

did I walk here?
how will I make it home?
old consciousness discarded

libido suppressed

it's time to write another book.


JC Luff, 2012/2014