7-12-05
Page songs in you, a calculator on
steroids, to Pink Floyd music tunes
I’m here, listening to it now, a to phones and ringer
experiencing the truth of bell to sssings,
as I fall asleep, a light ray to a
light ray, and dream of you,
you with me, a
sun ray to a sun room....
Musical Orgasmm strikes me,
cough cough spank, the
nirvana spanks is what I call this.
Drown drown drowning to sleep,
ah, ah, tired soreness bemoans the chalk she-yous
brick gosts walls, these chalk she-yous
and a soul is set free, w/
each rubber eraser that sends down
shards of consciousness, chalks,
personality and/and/or reality,
and I’m Mohammed, waah, ai.
“Ahhhh,” ! a vacuum cleaner,
on Mount Sinai!
Peotry dreams! Pppoetry-
you, ppoetry dream, p-
poetry darkness....
A poetry imagination
dream, big eyes are lashed
aloud, I move
unhampered bright.
THAT’s it,
adiuous.
