Hook him up to the machine.
Shock his brain into
mediocrity.
Death stalks him;
he is aware.
There is too much
flash in his eyes.
His brain needs a reboot;
he needs to forget,
like a goldfish, like
a monkey in the zoo.
Hook him up to the machine.
He is too sentimental.
Salmon swim in his blood;
he has a paisley heart,
and a tie-dye soul.
He can smell colors.
Hook him up to the machine.
He has Van Gogh eyes, and
a Bukowski gut; he walks
like he’s lost in a maze;
hunchback sadness,
butcher knife nerves,
Hook him up to the machine.
He believes in love,
and has too much trust.
His vivid green memory
is a curse, we need to
crash it, kill the eternal spring.
Hook him up to
the machine.
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Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read from my latest book, Sleep Always Calls, available on Amazon https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozzFlYnbGZU
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Intense. I approve of this Insanity. Great work here.
Thank you.
Powerfully penned, Thomas. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you. Much appreciated.
So true, Thomas. How can we handle all these enlightened people stumbling around when we belong in the land of Zombies. I really like what you’re doing with this piece. And because you didn’t say “hook her up to the machine”, I wasn’t as disappointed when you didn’t have a pic of a Sybian Saddle.
Thank you so much.