padilla

Padilla
9-28-16

Our concha of Slovenia
So that visitors may know September and everything before
Blue morning with our patina
Getting myself some rosehaw for my happiness and chinchillas
Seem like useless knowledge for fruit drupaceous
And God ever gracious love shrub of pome fault
I've been watching you for hours
For our chateaus
If that means anything to you
So what caused the big freeze
According to Eskimos on their knees
One for sorrow, two for joy and three for illusion
Entitled to myself precise
A ribbon to fit a dome upon the Global ocean conqueror
Best by representation
Going through changes anxiolytic
Feathered by the starlight.....




Between Mars And Me
9-28-16

We walk along those hillsides
In the unreality of the outside world anxiolytic
By our satellite view of the Straight of Gibraltar
I didn't want to spend the rest of my life
With that beat up guitar
Round here we get up very very early
By our dissociative in between Mars and me
Agoraphobic in the marketplace
As far as purblind eyes can see
Come the neurotransmitter that simply will be
For glutamate
As one to renounce all hate
As one to celebrate the negative
In the glory of opposites
For our Cythene Tabex
Of this three ringed circus and ligand
Building my house upon sand to but crumble....





What Have I?
9-28-16

Not too late to try to quit
I think about it every day of the week
Yet sublingual our lozenge of love running late
And Jesus shows up as our devil's shrub and Siberian ginseng
And gennaicha brewing, our adaptogen
Our bergamint of orange oil
It's something you'll just have to see for yourself
O, touch-me-not
So visitors may know
Man I say I'm under the gun
Entitled to myself, precise
Fitting no one else concise
Glutanic and synaptic
The average smoker
Spends two thousand a year
Turning the grain into the ground
For our andrograph
O, what I laugh of of didmony
What have I?






Long-Term Potentiation
9-29-16

Start turning the world across the wire
For long-term potentiation
Light my fire as the slightest in the house
The sunshine, sir compeleth me
To live on by polysaccharides
Sixty degrees south from the delta to the river mouth
Note the where as well and never mind the why
When things are colder they contract of my condemned upper jawbone
He got me out of a jamb I guess
Rolling a new love over
Amen! Firm! Established!
So be it, storms rise and soon clear for our playgoer's club mind
O, let us pass on by and never mind the why....