February 29, 2016
reading daily report follies of follicly challenged naked apes playing spades and hearts
the skies were suited accordingly
wise clouds in the morning, me
and northward geese
had only ever wanted
to make you laugh
and smile even if
for a fleeting moment
(the, I want to be your dandelion wish, poem)
any contrail ads or thought derivatives
based on bare armed desperate reach
and where you go reading this
will be venture capital-ized
I had to corner peer from the gauzily draped window to see anarchy had spread liver dead to an outside world waiting on crumble brigades...for the television had told us all morning the world would be ending with a doomsday edition of the newspaper full of the shooting executions of the unconscious souls masquerading as people and their scratch and sniff radio wonder children blended in...
('tis no small wonder why I stay inside most times)
I must have shit in the corner when drunk last night
too lazy to want to make it to the bathroom
Mondays are when I most often think my life stinks...
and whatever life one will be supposing
has hoses for the infirmary and fires for when
the forests and cities yearn
to be burned down ash again rain...
we could be
barefoot on the beach
yeah one set of footprints
you carrying me
I carrying you
you say to me
to wet wrap
I'm thinkin' why
and what's with papier-mâché-ing other erections...
I got my own thank you...
oh, you said elections...
I ponder and remember
there are other membrane gathered
long sea kelp swaying universes where they have
these shirley jackson-esque lotteries
these near ancient smooth bore rituals
they've honed over millennia
willingly eager participants and all...
here though, said articulate elliptical(s)
would be reciprocal payment plans
and probably patented
for rights management profiteering
by companies like ma's sandy toes...
in other words we'd need inducements...
meanwhile back inside the data stream
every living seed is being sent
to the dark side of the Moon
one hears it stays cold enough there
to suspend reason long enough
to swear by any real estate prospecting
to know every house has eyes
a sill to pot and stage...