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serving in a squash match of philosophy
set on the Garden Route forest court
on the East Coast
            i bounce my brain
off of the spekboom trees.
a treaty sealed in a binocular nod 
with two woodpeckers perched on a yellowwood.
              they lend me their wings & bird eyes
opening the dome sky window of flight above
                                                      the woods
opening the lids to see the toxicity of the city.

in that forest
i burnt my dress shoes & ripped skinny jeans
                            on square pegs in flames.
laying the walkway on the blue printed path
leading to interstellar epsom salt baths
& crystal pools of untapped tonic 
brewed by aligned stars on comet tails
running to overflow my skull shaped mug.

  //
out of the dark
          my footprints
                are light beacons
& scattered bread crumbs             
feed me tokens
more precious than gold
building blocks for a launchpad into tomorrow
                        ~ of no cash value ~
      to penguin suit
      single lane
      blinkered merchants
                who sell lies over the phone
along backward roads
    loading their faulted vaults in hollow halls
    stacked with museum treasures
      hidden in blood stained endeavours.

  ///
crooked spines build skyscrapers
                                out of bones
following babel inspired ambitions
      spotted with chemically laced
  eye socket visions & parasitical
                  stock market ventures

                                my feet dangle off the edge
while i lie on the flying board plank
gazing into the shut eye kingdoms
      beyond chiropractor hammers
              seeing the faces of kings
    who transcended flesh & death
        to earn god crowned eternal
                                statue status.

    ////
paradise is a beach ball
floating on
                  waves in silence
while cosmic explosions
erode the shackles of mortal definitions.