Bullet Holes and Broken Mandalas

subject
object
one hand clap,

kaleidoscopic
head trippin'
on the road without a map,

illuminated
confiscated
buddha’s holy rap,

no self
myself
nirvana's just a trap,

rocket trip
crashing down
head ringin’ trigger slap,

genocidal
herbal tea
messiah takes a nap,

broken flags
burnin’ toys
helmet hammer double tap,

win some
lose more
karma takes another lap…
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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