"Waiting in the Wings" (New poem, 2021/11/06)

If you think of time sometime which is
some time
back ago you wanderer
slipped up cups of LSD
in Sally's hair

there's drifting people everywhere
stoned forever in their wisdom
the glare of time's panic
whips the swine
back where
pearls are shown in their eyes

we are swine
hungry, beaten, trodden
yes
there's many
there

but
I'm picking my bass with stars
swirling new
across long walls
where open plaster blends a frill
its debt is to pay

Sally doesn't care
she was always the cool kid with a stoned stare
loaded on machines of dementia
sky trotter ultimate

we are one
we walk by
stunned in the arms of fury
which bleeds angels on manic swine
gathered below to
occupy
the traveler

one
she-bird
panic blown men of over secret cap
tiny on their hair
with glitter at my lifted trillions
their about-humility

Sally keeps her tight vibrator
she goes walking out
door shut forever
there's no one waiting in the wings