A poem that came from my head |
They can’t be scrambled WHOLE FOODS To be eaten We must have them Whipped Peppered salted Are they edible otherwise, no we can’t have them with butter, no we can’t have them with cheese. Yams, NESTLE chocolate, cherry syrup I want them done I want them done PRIMETIME TWELVE I want it made clear that they are mine They are not his hers yours theirs, grandmother’s niece, nephew aunt, daughter No They are alone and they are mine I can hear them being smashed, MUNCHED, guzzled, regurgitated I want them If there is a new way a new method thought creation I have done it I have made it it is new, brand UMBILICAL SLIME, a fresh minted coin, risen TULIP, molded clay They are new, I new, I must be YAZZEE, I am not antiquated IKEA Thoughts, musings, imagine, quotes, ideas, philosophical, NEW AGE repeat, repeat , repeat again again repeat again, repeat again again again I want, I want I need, resurrection, I cry POLYURETHANE, I am melting, I am an apple core, a PEACH PEEL, soap scum, a rubber duck Take me out, pick me up, intermingle with my shoulder, make it, make it, make it again bite yum, shoot the hoop, hit it out of the park, bite down on gold, make sure that it is real Is it? Is it real? Are we real, can we be, is it, are we, are we real? No No No, I cant, don’t, won’t, help me, hurt me they run above the line of SUN, with cold wind through their hair I pierce their clothes, my frosty fingers rip through their skin, I feel the sinew, it tears easily, we tear easily, you and I, we are not made of much but a mountain of electric, we can be shut with a small combination of CAKE and air I can stop, cease, destroy, embalm the fluids that run flow perish, save me from my dirt all mighty cloud, strong wisp of dust, touch of STICKY glue, just a touch of ELMER’S glue, it sticks falls, is fallen is separate, cry cry for me, cry for those TOUCH DOWNS, they are ape asinine, primal, primate and I have touched felt, silky smooth porcelain, fat BELLY, gas musings, it chills, I cant it cant we cant be one, separate Separated Separation Feel it, feel the soul JAZZ, hurt classically Have you done it Have you made it Can we make it gastronomical, it bubbles, gurgle, muddle, hurt acid acidic, hurt hurt burn, SIZZLE, pop squawk, squeak Intervals of five, six, seven, eight I want to know do you feel that jazz, SWOOP, moment, boogie Can you can you BOOGIE, swing, spring up from those goddamn floor boards That wood, its rotten, don’t, don’t fail to your death Why are you BIRTHDAY cake candle Its mosaic, MoseS, mosaic and the moss will catch you, Can you see it worming through your mouth, can it overtake your mind in its trance, song, MICKEY MOUSE rollercoaster, bird, plane, BATMAN Of surreal Surreal beings spotlights, TOM JERRY, mr CLEAN oxyMORON, I want it like a triangle, I want square circle, sprinkles, JIMMY sprinkles Hit me |