S.B.T. 41

this is it. abiding farewell joystick, perfectly holy art thy claypit heart in antique shadowbox barnboard frame, aye, bowstring friends halo be thy name this is it. prenuptial leap of faith communion help yourself, feast first delicate baked-on century wax quillpoint vow sealed nostradamus roseline envelope.

back on the roadie bus “in my opinion there is no difference between the brainiac legbrace and lets do the broachclip mambo discipline, whereas both abhor whatever-it-is with ties to whatever-it-was ali baba as we honor the united laundry chute with dressingroom on the side. forty thieves and i will explain what they do in back of the icon,” justice of the peace monocle. “cherish is the word to divine my flash hologram keychain,” nada monkey of angkor wat, no cable no slate tabacky. “not the same, nor any different, confirmed by scientific theory, our pall-bearing aramaic numeral list will melt random secret ice chips in few inferno words with the little history book add-ons to the agenda (forklift). empirical domes understand a nary nary subject and object afar behind our wisdom change the channel programming,” collective namaha tomb of unknown origin

“yes that’s right so right a ducky royal dustpoem to you sumthin rubber but with many more xyz in a fine pearl kiosk from a previous lifetime. give the Tagore purple oracle pillbox to grandma’s wolf c'mon now don't make her steal it.”

“nothing to do with percieved nations or red rickrack but i tell you, this it is, do the right nothing else or according to bah bah lamb law i will have you return in a rubic cube.” echo creeps over the rainbow. “love thyself roost on a fence, never mind yonder toad though not always green to be shamefully aware of my own shallow-tooth promise to fix the plumbing. i will refrain from judgment here but i will say that you are a nit slack tangle with the harley indian spokes. it’s not just me, either or, as if (NOT!) .” ah lah deh dah dah. “brother i righteously chose to fight overflow tomtom for the market rate abuse potion that could feed thousands, clearly it is wrong fast fooding to tell that to my six year old borrowed blessing cinched-in-a-knapsack child” whale field recording.

“first, no need to understand, understand?”
“yeah i get it”
“so, what color is the same way light emitting diode?”
“um, well...” buttkick flashlight spontaneous combustion! crown of thorns erupting arson sunblaze whitewash Shiva baby Roo-ummm well- never to empty the perpetual slowmotion teabag or the broken bucket machine, bles-sed bee, buzz thy cement spray-on topknot, ye mighty mice join us now in reverent gymnasium ropeclimb syndicate planet of men.

thats all there is my friend lets keep th’folding chairs glancing at the hallway mirror. and the scribes book in unconscious alto sax, by golly one for the road, funniest sheep in a long time.