Reality is pain. When the monsters live on the inside
The world is seen from the lens of LSD implications.
Its all there………….not really.

The tools of my trade
Are mania and the crash

naked with clothes
they laughed
at my exposure

I think of the times you would hold my hand
as I read you stories for bedtime

בָּרוּךְ אַתָּה אֲדֹנָי אֱלֹהֵינוּ מֶלֶךְ הָעוֹלָם שֶׁהֶחֱיָנוּ וְקִיְּמָנוּ וְהִגִּיעָנוּ לִזְּמַן הַזֶּה


The neon POPS