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That Lunatic on the loony stuff

by Aaron Howard


Four lines of K and an electric lady-land c.d...
and an overwhelming perception of what I see...
Stuck in a speaker...
Nope, not a tweaker...
Sucked into the music into the noise
so this is the k hole you girls and boys.
A place of darkness , a place alone.
Like your brain to your body over the phone.
A place where you can gather your thought
and wonder how much is left of that 20 you bought.
Eyes closed, but you can still see the room
and you can hear how Jimmi's guitar pleasantly looms.
You hear the twinge of a pick on steel
as the k moves in for the supreme kill.
Your mouth goes dry and the room starts to spin
and you can feel the k take its target within.
You can feel the spreading warmth through your being
and you can't keep your eyes open to keep seeing
You feel your body being sucked in the direction
as your brain is trying to make some consciousness correction.
You feel your feet above your head
and if someone saw you they'd swear you were dead.
You'd be sitting there barely breathing
while your mother's there grieving.
So kiddies don't do drugs their bad for your health
and if your really stupid, they take all your wealth.
So don't waste your time on them, their like music
spend too much time working with them and you become a lunatic.

06/20/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
Copyright © 2025 Aaron Howard

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/15/08 at 03:47 PM

but it's so fun... :)

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