Huperzine Dreams

3-star hotels
Enough is enough
Kicking someone that you're close
With in an impulsive act of love
Toes in the deep end
By the pool
Speaking in tongues

We pause the screen
God's face
Burned in the TV
What if everything's as perfect as we suspected it would be?
What if we dropped the catastrophic fatalist philosophy
And looked at what's around us
As lucid as our dreams?

Bidding farewell
To the last thing that you know
When you lose everything, the whole world becomes your home
The heathen doomed welcome you to the fold
Trickling down gods porcelain throne

Getting the one-way ticket
Itching to get on with it
In a pair of green shades
Running every red light
Feeding the flame oxygen
Feeling the room start spinning
Cutting all ties
Saying goodbye