Today I sat down and looked through my South Africa travel journal notes. There is about three pages of things I wrote while tripping on magic mushrooms. I remember feeling like I'd written gold... then I sobered up and read it back with great disappointment. I took some lines and played around with it. Here's the result.
if I said all this under water would you get along with the bubbles?
I have no words for the sky tonight
or the moon
but it is there
the colour blue
bites me
it has no teeth
but it has the biggest mouth
my stomach is not colour proof
it is a bazooka
a fire worker a happy
volcano
I am high on yellow electric
this frequency jitter
you have waited for the world to tune in
WE’RE HERE!
ME IN ALL MY VINEGAR!
I would call this beautiful
but
I see U in the middle of the word
and there are mirrors to look at looks like
we have things to fix
how about I ask all this ground
if it wants to be walked on
if I said all this under water would you get along with the bubbles?
are you swimming in
gibberish?
every day – same shit in the same colour
ya'know
England
is a rain machine
it made me a
brick of hard butter
nothing
looks like pancakes
not even the full moon
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