Ego Eggs

Sitting in the sun sipping rooted yet already rotted beer, wishing I would have gotten the pink lemonade instead. My head is sedated in recollection, energy stirred by the ceaseless activity of human mankind, the constant motion everywhere, the buzz of the bees and the brush of the breathe, silver from our nostrils it blooms, calcium flowers to be pollinated by pulpy citrus bugs in the nebulous depths and chasms of memory. Microscopic maroon cells commune out of the fiber, see the sun for the first time, it's reflection on everything.  My tongue spasms in accordance to warped sodium contents fizzing on the buds, deflowering my taste. I smile to the world behind blurred lens with sights fingerprints inscribed. I get lost, staring in reflections at people who aren't even aware of their parallel existence in radius mirrors. I begin to think of the western hemispehere of my brain. I hear something whisper in the pixels. Music--no--no--not music. !!!

(Sun sets)



From my unzipped hands my fingers trace vowels no longer but  microscopic rocks of skin and pixelated fumes of a relinquished sound, a scream of delight, and laughing fright, silver  dolloped night, my fingers go elsewhere in their plight, a reflections sight staring into the light, where are you tonight? It's AM early. I observe thru the silver screen the other breathing walking legs that support its own madness or genius, the lighting of the moons noon is a cool fire ignited by pressurized spheres of her oxygenated Hello, hello to you in the stream of stars and seeds in the sky, colors replying to the motions of her lixiviating eyes as they dip themselves into the stream of infinity, stars o'light bright coffee lighthearted light years endless eyes and stars emerging from the womb of the galaxy. I left the cafe and went home in a daze, tongue acidified•••

Author's Note

just to see if you are watching

Reviews

[Gaston Villanueva]

"My head is sedated in recollection"

Nicely written Xam Nagaer