Chowder

Down the pipes goes the phatty boomer /All the walls fall down as it creeps up to you / And perception grows just a little strange…/ And when your stomach grows a little tight / You lose control as your mind takes flight / And you can tell this trip chose a whole new way…/ So you sit down for a little while / As the mind’s eye wanders several hundred miles / Too far to reach with anything you thought you knew before. / You let the trip drip from your brow / You’ve got too much truth just to let go now / And that’s when the bottom really starts to give. / Who knew it’d really give? I can’t hold me, if you don’t lift. //Hey did you try to burn the wall? / Did the colors run or did you let them fall, / Melting down between the pores of everything you thought you knew before? / As the rabbles raised you laugh to yourself / Such a clear bright shine that the stars come out / And you just sit there grinning / Trying not to break the wave…/ And as the world clicks by at a steady pace / The words pour out meaning lost in space / And, “What a shame!” you think, to lose it all right at the brink. / But the chowders taken full effect / You’re short of breath but you ain’t dead yet /And just then your mind explodes / Kaleidoscopes in swaddling clothes. / Gotta watch her blow! / Well I can’t stay sane here, so I let it grow. // Just when you think the train might stop / The heat extends and the vessels pop / Looks like this night has just begun…/ You fall back fast into your chair / The wind chime echoes through the new blown air /And the water drops and drips /Between the rocks the demons sent…/ You lose your sight and you start to feel / With newborn eyes the pores come unsealed / And the world floods in and out and in and out and out again…/ And the Doc flicks fire from the written word / A burn so deep that your chest explodes / And you scream and claw the air, / The spreading sickness has bred despair! /He says he’s got the Fear! / But I can’t help him, my mind has disappeared…