November 12, 2009

Euphoria

tribals dancing to the moon
their cymbals ..their orangutan tunes...
like never known before...
the cool rain on the leaves....
of marijuana..my skin....my tubes.... my brain

out of the circle....out of the rhyme...
in sleep ...reapeated overtime...
out of the circle....out of the rhyme...
in sleep ...reapeated overtime...

locusts on her epicentre
more closer than flesh on flesh
than skin on skin..
the demensions bend....
elliptical ..sado-masochistic

the air ..the jungle..the sea...
planets mad with mercury fumes
in a whirlpool....pulled apart....
like walking the Medusa's path

3 comments:

poorni said...

Wow...this takes us into a trance.nice

Me said...

quite an orgy mood

Anorak said...

Ur words creates an image of a tribal village where some orgy is going on ... something like 'Ghotul' ... keep walking!!!