thoughtlife
many people wearing loincloths and taffy wings
a sign of discomfort unwinds the thorn wreath apparent
crowding a small hut, but teepee cooking soup
i ching, said the chinese word for 'people' in finer nuance are 'thought(s'
as in, "the field is peopled with vinery, blossoms and flesh eating plants"
"what do you mean? What kind of a person r u?!"
or vice versa verse a vice
and that became a pen name
as in, "from the desk of Versa Vice"
i'm certain when you throw it up it is because of some illgotten forgotten
cause, shared by all brothers in biledom throughout eternity domini
assuming more than a container or a barrel could hold it together
as in, "speeding through a barrel of galaxies"
when you eat ass backwards after barbi q
its nobodys fault domino san andreas
blame or no blame it is all the same
lets just find a room.
a good enough reason reason to be apprehensive
of the hairdryer freediving
thru mysterious animations, while plugged and
lolling in a bubble bath with a glasse
of champagne syncopated swish under your nose splashing
your 2 feet 2 a scratchy ay em station mambo
in your solitary rectangle at the fates motel with a neon sign blinking
outside on a stormy night of slanting rain
a roo wide enough 2 not knock a knot into
a room through which u can
move w/o crashing a vase off a table
or net backflap cologne osmote from somebodys neck
and walk crunching alliterations crackling alienations
like potato chips under shiny black shoes
your mind is a oom with just one person in it
so quiet, with blue and clouds painted oer just floating
before an entire silhouette diagonal switches the digital radio on
