I got them up with a migrain selling of the self But while there I saw myself with no more detail than a passing car. So much for autographs I never saw any physical again, save that which sits in the always present palm - hog-tied and comfortable vomited to excess. Then hope to god? to know if the whole thing is talking to yourself or if you heard the recording Stand on street corners shouting science and quote to parents of dead children who are more likely to have better pictures of their kids stuffed into their wallet Drink, and offer a cough as excuse for the Robitussin optometrist thumb-twiddle Wait for vision to clear. see better what should receive social government blindness See city council alarm clocks wake up and shake sleep away; pretend anarchy night times avoided by thumb-tacked societies we use to nap during Remind them that sleepers and nipplers look the same. Roll over, roll over, roll over. Look the same Elaborate. Wax frivolous of simplicity untill it does handstands for your amusement Shoelaces tied too tight like a tree branch so I can cross-leggedly sit the leviathian back down the past Maybe find eggs among the old Star Wars ladden bedroom I forgot about Then come back, mouth running off with a run-on paragraph where meaning hides from one word within the fifth Cover one eye just right to find it or read through a venturi holed cardboard shield catcher Now turn up the passive stage show radio; read transient poem lyrics and hope they catch-up or throw-up. Show-up all the past and possible except those things you will not do Then fuck and shit for dramatic effect because they are not good and attract attention Fucking looks just like nature, and shit looks like relief, but all four are spelled differently so can't be similar or exact Good people keep their mouths shut and forget they bore children and flush after every meal Beg candlestick's forgiveness about the presence of forgotten match-book cover prophesy The wine will stay in the tablecloth longer than in the glass, but it leaves the landscape quickest Assign no specific order to anything bosses may pay secretaries to abuse Avoid bosses that don't act slightly crazy or make you act or work at wondering how to tell the differences Understand the difference between wondering and dying and perfect that until one or the other or both is always avoided Burn the dollars in smelters that keep the poor warmer on the concrete Beat on your ears untill vertigo sets in to fight off the stagnant static-cling style perspectives Tap your toes against each other and leave the floor alone to see the car drive past again, again, again
Reason for writing:
A perfectly unhealthy addiction to shouting out what I am thinking in the blind belief that someone is interested
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