orgami's Diaryland Diary

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slim depot

so i slept
near the gates of dawn
Cheron rising
full of mighty exonerations

i remember in childhood
a stop motion movie
about a boy with a lyre
who went in Egyptian times
to save an undergound
princess

He crossed the river styx
and played his music for
the gods who let her go
from dark doors

and all he had to do was not
look back

but on the stairs as he
neared the freedom of day
upon the sands
he turned
and she was taken back

and he broke his instrument

That was a television movie
long long ago on some Saturday
back in the sixties

almost there

now the feeling lots of time
like the muse for me is creativity
look back and its lost
the fire gone out

walk numbed through a day
and stay awake all night
the mind hurtling the
black meaning of loss
or fear

but im smiling now
bummed out numbed out
with my 222's
i take four or six at a time
five milligrams or something
of codienne and caffiene
and acetaminaphen

my irises expand
my stomach grows hungry
and burns but doesnt
hurt

and i feel like smooth
and flowing in slow motion
music becomes heavy with
such depth not visual
but space

and my mind for those few
destructive hours slows
actually as i try to understand
what the hell is slipping past
from the new dimension

like the demons are lounging

2:08 a.m. - 2008-03-23

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