Who’s gonna buy me two inches of rain and
Two inches of cats? Clay tablets on a
Mountainside slide slowly down to conk
Someone on the head. I wish Coca-Cola
Would put a tiger on their cans; they’d sell
More that way.
Who’s gonna buy me two inches of rain and
Two inches of cats? Clay tablets on a
Mountainside slide slowly down to conk
Someone on the head. I wish Coca-Cola
Would put a tiger on their cans; they’d sell
More that way.
Swirling pathways into meaninglessness
Take me from depression to creativity to
Depression. Happy thoughts bring me up,
While sad thoughts spiral down. The
Vicious cycle bounces around with every
Point reached in between. A close catch.
Flung famished fortune cookie peddlers
Crossed a busy highway on their little bikes,
And ended up falling into a great big mud
Puddle full of ducks and geese. Cheese and
Crackers are tasty in the morning after
Prayers.
Birds swoop underneath forks and spoons
Full of spaghetti. Haunted houses collide
With wrecked cars on empty highways in
The middle of the howling, angry night. I
Had hoped I would get more money when I
Placed my bet at the ATM. Here’s to cheers!
I was wondering if clowns cry when they
Are alone, in the span of an hour. I don’t
Think happy people are always happy.
Neither are people who make us happy. In
Fact, most of them are very sad inside.
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
Mix.
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?