Wiggle.

There are caterpillars on the carpet
There are caterpillars on the carpet
And there’s a drone in my head
And the background noise goes
Tick tock tick tock hummm
And these blurred flowers got me screaming madness
Only my lips won’t open
You see the dangers of being sober
Are that one cannot expand the mind then freeze frame it
In so infinite a space in time
If that makes any sense; which it doesn’t
And there are caterpillars on the carpet by the dozens
And I’ve got these vines bringing me down intertwining and twisting round
Two lovers under the table blowing smoke in each other’s faces the way it happens in Alice in wonderland
And there is a stillness that is bliss
Pure peace ‘til someone’s voices calls to me
Lifts me up above and slowly I wiggle my frozen toes
And stir my rigid digits
You see I am everything here
But I am not me
And I rather prefer to keep it like this
Transcend, transcendence is it all utter nonsense?
I don’t know and I don’t wish to think anymore
Just caterpillars on the carpet and rose petals at the door
Got me floating seeing time like the volgons
A mountain range of simultaneous moments
Sweet memories that have me questioning what was I thinking
No, not that what was I thinking kind of retrospect
But that what was I actually thinking at that moment
You see, I weep for lost words
Mourn for their deaths because they will never return
And though I’ve only written one draft I’ve written hundreds and hundreds
And my heartstrings play like violins
Don’t weep I’m only being melodramatic
Seek solace in my solitude
Funny thing how humans equate this with the bathroom
Anyways there are caterpillars on the carpet
Caterpillars on the carpet and I am going back for tea.