vying for sainthood
by long distance drunk
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-10-11 21:32:00
for all the at home chemists
cooking up literal crack in the
kitchens of their minds
boiling the spoons of their synapses
rocking up ideas to transpose
onto a paper pipe
to get smoked by the discerning eyes
and critical flame of the readers
breathing softly as they
turn the page
ecstatic temporarily in their
imaginary paradise…
i dream beneath the temple
of an open book on my chest.