Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-

I'm so high in the sky,
I look down on all that fly,
Where the air touches space,
It's hard to breath.

But the view's so blue,
I take a second puff or two,
And the sun lights my face,
While others grieve.

Check your ego, Amigo!

Oh, Avocado,
My sharpest knife is yours,
The resistance of your skin,
Refusal to giving in,
Protecting treasure

His body has an engine that is wearing out too soon,
While everybody else on earth is racing to the moon,
Instead, he's quickly racing to his heavenly reward,
When suffering will at last sheath his battle sword.

All my paperwork says I'm childless,
Though I'm a dog-mom with two babies,
One's been neutered, the other spayed,
Pills for worms and shots for rabies.