Poem written for a pocket-sized zine written from an 18-wheeler in the nude while listening to The Ramones
Rustic mystics pick your street-smart art and woo whatever fight's left in ya' ..for this THIS marks the end of an end in the kind of purebred hybrid beefalo burger a romantic comedy made from origami can crease with ironclad lotus petal dirigibles..
Lead me with the leadfoot-shaped tape
to that life lesson rental hut so i can
pay for my emotional baggage storage shed..
Teachers/Preachers/Creatures in their overtures
select random domination odd questions
even answers shunning knee-high
high-horse 57 hinnies whinnies
the S.P.P. Shetland Pony Power
plowing sentiments thru the sediment with short+sweet+tweet...
we live to survive life and to imbibe glee-gear
...get me a bib for this extensive bibliography
while i drink to the discography..
You are only here and there in the pre-trip post-trip
leaflet journey thru inspectioning you are not only, hear?..
Yea, empty the pocket s t o f i l l t h e m.
..in a form er lie f i served rice to a waylaid lama
who said: "..the things that alleviate stress can be the
source of stress"...and "the swim-team will do better
if they car-pool."
Hence, what is this poem about?
Why is it here sweating on a Bowflex
sporting selfish cellulitus bouncing blubber
like a catburgler coughing hairballs on the catwalk
doozy cakewalk with a floozy ...?
Ahh, be easy on the eyes so as not to perk the ears into 5th gears..
the piece will write itself with no help from the spinning
wheels rhymester hamster...who chooses the heroin heroine over
Rogaine for pets.. ..it's not enough to have a reason an emotion a luck or knack to be good in bed if we can't debunk the lover's in bunk beds the -o -ry when twin-size romance makes for better bedfellows! (the media will never go for it). (and my memory mattress has caught amnesia). Let's dog-ear that 'rein it in upchuck it out'.. it's more than red light green light simon says since simon tromped your ass in half on a hickory see-saw to steal the girl of your dreams and score with the whore.
Don't count in the corner you've cubbied cause
climbing up a ladder that's on an active merry-go-round
sliding thru tubes which balance tether planks
can make a scene with all this sense of self,
the right, the wrong, the ooohh it feels so gooder
don't stop escape the pain
cut and p a s t e plug and play
throw the die-cast ornament
when even idiots can become dummies
with the help of genius books...
we all need to know we still
have it even though we never had it...
...and if nothing else,
hang crap on targets at the gun range
so you can at least say
you've been shootin' the shit.