Go Primal

A flood of dismal proportions
a happening of senses
a rush of cosmic adrenaline

bird song of the Maya
fast forward to death
whistle

we are all blind here
and our hearts
beat positive rhythms no more
we often discuss religion
myth
deity
someone sleeps in the kitchen

drugs work their wonders
somewhere along the word road
one has to make choices
paper to life
and life back to paper

mute diamonds exploding
plastic mines working
we are digging deeper for life

signs of a simple breath
offer page's delusions
we should worry less on our path
take the animal lesson

lift hearts like busy bees
above nucleus shadow
sometimes more is less
and I'm recently prisoner to confusion

it keeps dragging my pen
through shallow wilderness
begging to go primal again

yes brother
go primal on your ass again!