WEED
the ordinary amplified
consciousness screams through a megaphone
the volume of introspection cranked through the skull
magnified trivial conversation
attaching insecurity like a barnacle to every word that slips out
apprehension leans on every syllable decided to share
meandering opinions on miniscule situations disguised as,
the importance of The Gettysburg Address
sand dunes evolve in the mouth
a cherry Slurpee is God driving a dump truck filled angels
deep into sun burned taste buds
15inch sub woofers bang bass through the backseat
coaxing the choir’s rhythm from within to synchronize
high hats, symbols, and snares crash against,
the soul’s tuning fork
saddling infinite vibration
audibly surfing the ohms as the decimals roll back into self
a tender haze floods the peripheral
numbing momentary urgency
the 3rd eye’s antenna mimics a statue
equality between self and the stars becomes acceptable
the comedian inside
elects our sense of humor as it’s spokesman
extracting the silliness from human folly
promoting a playful indulgence with immaturity
the gravity in our imagination vanishes
ideas heavy as grand pianos levitate in effortless fashion
and for at least the next half hour
laughter surfaces without regret
By: Bryan Matthew Boutwell / LiveFiction.net
