A trip in the open

A Spur of the moment
a spark of lighting
energy crystals
founding a new land
a land of ice
"land ice"
mastering their cultures
our shit left behind
different regions
between the lines
the dead becomes the living
and where the wolf pack roams
but only in three
as two researchers
having a birds eye view
of the bouge forest

the day breaks

a lunch of warriors
magic tricks and football
under a bridge
where the junkies sleep
throughout the summer
the cob webs
of ancient spiders
and mini possums

the morning begins

lights in my eyes
arising from a dream
faces behind the door
unknown people
the paranoia boxing me in
but all i could do
was laugh the day away