I broke thirteen echelons 

   across a grand funicular shaped canyon-like Oort belt 

   The echelons came apart like donuts in the hands of a gorilla 

  I think one was an old fashion maple

   They're pretty darn good

 

 I stymied an

apoplectic prisoner

    the stripes were present

   Eyes on the scratching on the wall

      Oh say can you see

    My bloody stumps ooh

What the fuck do I know?

   I have a western BB rifle

   For shooting cans and bottles

   And I drink Pepsi

   And 7up

 A purrfect remedy

    to kill the mouse

         Say whiskers 

    what up?

 I

Who am I?

    Ahh c'mon

   Give me a break

   The rocks don't know you

  The dirt 

   Well the dirt does

I think

  But I might be wrong

   Are the tulips yellow

   I've come to question

EVERYTHING

like a confused individual 

  Sugar will getcha 

Complex carbohydrates

  Look for an open space 

   To sear the light

  Is light real?

    Ah shaddup

  What?!

     Gif dm

Plz

 A sturgeon was not

    basted in a fluorescent 

   The ocean was a hallway

     The barnacles were self driving cars

         Press return

 A prosthetic myriad

     replaced a thinking individual 

          My name is BLANK

      the tulips were yellow

 Baby I've been there

   I know exactly what you're doing

    seeing the glass by the bed

    the hours go by

La dee da 

    

 I think I'm going crazy

   could that be

        Who knows?

 

 Some frumioid

     gimbled in the gray

     Calloo Callay 

   

 

 my emotions

                           are a roller coaster 

I'm a pinball

  being banged back and forth

TILT!

   Hail storms 

    wet shoes

      Wearing pajamas 

                              with a winter coat

Blah blah blah

 don't plant

     a thought

    It's too wet

    And weird

 a clover

    Of green Grovers

   painted with emotion

    for a traumatic scene by nature

 Plastic Airedale 

      Sees all

  Tells nothing

  

 the dream 

    caught a frozen pizza

   In a stipend

 Anxiety is the way of life

    It's the spur to activity

        So one doesn't sit around thinking about troubles 

   Or it's a spur to having a good drink

    And taking drugs so you can blame the drugs for 

Your anxiety

  "That shit is speedy"

   Or having a great time

Laughing your ass off about Orcs or

   Trolls

  Or Orcs AND Trolls. 

 The truth is a caravan

       and the dogs aren't doing squat

       Sleeping in the sun

    Scratching themselves 

        With their back legs

     The truth wears a blood stained sword 

   And carries an ancient long gun

   It rides a surly old camel

 Who spits in the face of anyone within shot

    The truth then laughs 

   A hardy robust laugh

    As it drinks coffee made w brackish well water

And plans not 

   A thought

 There's an antler in your

      beer

        see the pockmarked bullet 

     on the J. Crew catalog 

  Slide over and feel the heat

    Motherfucker

    

 I've got a 7th century brain

       It's just my way 

           What in the world 

   Am I talking about

         Go slow now

        Pick the best

           Please yourself

       With a reminder

     Of what the heck

        

 

Split 

Drunk

       See the merry skies

    See the plastic thighs

   See me

      And I'm not here!

    See the funny fellow 

   Curled up 

 Sleeping it off

      

 Tango

      In a mango

    Sleep it off

    Mistah Brautigan

                    Look to the statues

       Of cards and 

                    Fish heads

       For a sunset

Of bad poetry

 There was no decay 

       of the Centaur 

             The Indian head penny 

     was from 1904

 Pricky

   rain drain

       Mahatma

              Bifurcate

    Expunged 

   certain achievable goals

    to the bar