Overproduction
fall out of the mainstream & walk in the wilderness,
leave the city structure & swim in the sea
leave the sea & run within the bowels of the city’s mechanism for
pollution
cleanse yourself in the absence of purity that comes with staring at yourself in a mirror for over 24 hours
(witnessing only the sounds of that staggering silence that is brought with a pondering wandering within the mind’s repertoire)---
dowse the tent in your back yard with kerosene &
lay down inside it,
then after ingesting you favorite mixed bag of psychedelic cocktails,
chomping up all the plants you found round you,
light the match n’
drift back---
surviving the fire & not yet meshing into oblivion with the
vibrant flames,
sit down at the PC
sit down in the park with your pad & pen
sit down in the sandbox with your index finger,
and write out on a day that isn’t quite windy
just what you have experienced---
fold it up,
save it on a USB & package it nicely in an envelope,
following this,
write your down your own address, slap the proper postage on it
and drop it in the dark blue box---
now,
sit home biting your nails till’ they bleed,
waiting for your revealed word to come to you
direct.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2011
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