« An 8-Legged Encore of Dubious Value »

0.
It’s just you and I,
leaning on our shovels of words,
Burying meaning alive.
1.
In a street carnival of synchronicity
The former Absolute Truth
Backs up into your mouth
Like yesterday’s pizza.
Truth is regurgitation
Of what no longer matters!
2.
You and me,
right now,
we are going to take the entire Ocean of Meaning
and evaporate it!
3.
Psychobubble has two functions.
To explain and to explode.
Boom! Insight!
4.
Like on an I-pod
I thumb morally to my right
to dial up the volume of my philosophical intensity.
All I get is silence.
5.
Columbus sailed the world.
Have you
Sailed the world
of your consciousness yet?
There’s nothing, absolutely nothing
On the other side.
6.
All psychopathology
Is a reaction of the mind to its own aloneness.
I’d say it’s normal…
But who to?
7.
Tempted by the sirens of meaning,
Consciousness blows the gusts of rationalizations
into the sails of its own desire.
Anything just to go there.
There…
Where grass is still green,
Where mind is still blank.
There!
8.
I’ve exhausted more than one restless stay
In the abode of your mind, reader.
I know I have.
So, I leave you to you.




pavel (wiping the mirror of his consciousness clean in vain)