Huge eyeballs bounce across the desert
Floor. Ovens cook chocolate chip cookies
And pizza for the crazy party we’re having
In a few minutes. Can you count the suns
Jumping down the road in rush hour speed
Of sound? I vote for more Cheetos and milk.
We were creeping up the back stairway,
When all of a sudden we heard a blood
Curdling rainbow crack out of a cream
Cheese sandwich in the garbage can. I
Gripped the pant legs of my sister until I
Heard the voice of a ghost sing the National
Anthem from the window sill. I jumped up
And ran like a son of a gun until my pants
Fell down. I realized I left my watch on the
Ground in the back alley. So much for time.
Flowers make smiles in circular tones.
Coffee brings home youths up all night.
Happy tango tooths smoke valuable
Couches. Unreal mountain tops tap tingling
Unwrapped presents. Do a funky sandwich.
Create a space to plaster your face all over
The wall. When the Indians come, the
Cowboys run. But the guns bring a quick
End to all the fuss. It must be that Martians
Completely inhabit a large span of
Cornfields in eastern Idaho. Let’s make a
Did you see the front page on the Googley-
Eye Gazette? Apparently, there’s monsters
Amuck, and they haven’t stopped yet!
They’re eating eggs and chickens and
Chicken houses! They’re stomping on
Purses and people and Paris, too! I don’t
Like the way things are going. Perhaps, we
Ought to go on a safari to get out of here. I
Know. Let’s all cuddle up together, say a
Prayer, and go to sleep. Things always look
Better in the morning, don’t you agree?
Going on adventures in my frame of mind,
Inside my brain the discoveries I find! It’s
So simple to cross the terrain, when you
Don’t have to be qualified to drive the train!
Smoke ebbs above my path, as I pass the
Trees and other land masses. I’d like to
Create them from toothpicks and plastic!
As I round the bend to the end of my ride,
I awake just before with a wall to collide!
Slinking down a frown, I’m determined to
Be found. I try to attack, but I don’t have
Quite the knack. Sometimes, when the wind
Blows through my sleeves, I take out all the
Leaves in my tables. Only on even days, tho.
If pick jumping jeans spaghetti overalls ten
Monolithic transformation enabler cookie
Boots rented evaluation system tranquility
Cannibalizes Strings man-o-war candy bar
Malevolent beanstalk vegetable garden ugh
Blame sure bubble head tarantula cubist
Orange plastic phlegm hacking laughily
Round giraffe feet stomping on Zebra guts
Annihilate canker spore grasping straws
Angel tangled tubular cranky dowels eat
Shunt in spleen not clean you’re mean I
Don’t I want to be free from all of the crap
Tired of trying and not trying and looking
At myself like a nutcase a positively quirky
Puzzling mess of a human being I give.