Disconnect and let me drift

Until my upside down is right side in

Society must let the artist go

To wander off into the nebula



Upon return, I conjure what was seen

I let it pulse and boil within my limbs

I lay my pencil to the porous page

And let my lunatic indulge itself



Wander off into you nebula

See your nectarine of multiplicity

Cum like orgasmatron on overdrive!



Wander in off to your nebula

Your tangerine of electricity is ripe and on a vine

So pick your prize!



Do you enjoy your sight inside?

In little, black book do I confide