Blue Magic

bottle of blue magic,

loogies launching outward

in parabolic fashion,

the coefficient negative

and fractional

 

all while the coffee

percolates, all while

the bullshit bubbles,

all while the words

are waiting to be

selected for permanent

entry into the conscience

of consequence

 

sleep deprivation

masked by minimal

mask utilization,

caffeine combating

constant catalepsy

within the cranium,

a catharsis induced

by catabasis within

the corporeal, yet

some minds concede

thant earth is actually

under heaven thus the

corporeal is the

underworld

 

and this is without

the aid of blue magic

 

a man on Metamucil

created the Matrix

set designs, what

does that tell you?

 

the human mind

sometimes does not

need artificial

expansion, or

expansion from

plants and fungi

to create

 

we can create

nonsensical genius

or even real genius

newly discovered or

rediscovered

 

blue magic creates

blue flames that

heat homes or

melt red ice,

and so does coffee

and so does sleep deprivation

 

the overall outcome is

catharsis even in catabasis

and entry into the

conscience of consequence

 

or it maybe for the production

of loogie expulsion at trajectories

that involve quadratic curves with

negative fractional coefficients

 

blue magic, where is the blue magic?

 

is it in a bottle?

is it in the heart?

is it in the meta-stream?

 

where is the black magic

in the shiny beacon

that beckons the

caffeine animals

like bugs to a

mountain that

ejaculate diet
Mentos cola?

 

blue on black,

f*****g like chickens,

a cockfight addicted

to crystal meth

creating wall shades

that only free-spirited

f***s would buy after

a weed and beer bender

 

and now the prose has

entered complete freefall,

the coefficient is

negative after all

and fraction is irrelevant

 

the bullshit will bubble

up justifications for

existence time and time

again and this may

explain why the clsed

quadratic curve with

all points equidistant

from the center is

the most popular,

the most utilitarian

of the quadratic curves

 

and the blue screen

that's a multiple of four

and one-hundred-and-one

pretends to be David

Copperfied's f**k buddy

searching for his

New York Harbor c**k

is actually searching

for something because

the ellipsis keeps

recurring like a decimal

in the bottom left-hand

corner of the screen

 

and this is what

blue magic does

when it procreates

with black magic

 

fubar!

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This was a bit like a roller coaster ride... I found the style quite interesting, as well as the format. At first, it was a little difficult to get into the rhythm of things, but just like dancing, eventually I found the steps and took the ride until the music stopped. Some great imagery, and some that left me scratching my head a little, but that's what poetry is supposed to do...pick you up, shake you around a little and then set you back down. Enjoyable read.

[Kenneth The Poet]

I wrote this piece in a haze of sickness. The medicine I was taking is a shade of blue. Thank you much.