too drunk to fish
staring at the teeth floating in the fishbowl,
splitting camels with hairs and visa-versa (fishfishfish)..
everything that is gone is captured..
but no one can touch it to release it..
imagine the look on my face
when a trampoline came out of my parachute..
now magnify that image and set it as wallpaper..
now wallpaper the skeletal remains of india
now shake the ganster’s hand and pat the choir boy on the bible..
now let a stranger slap you..
now admit that you know nothing..
now brush yer face and put your ears back on..