Monday, January 29, 2024

 I had no redos 

     Abruptly pleading
The casein formaldehyde yesterdays
    I woke in a place I could not know
But it was the same as yesterday
   Don't try to explain
 It's not explicable 
   The forest is bathed in light
    You chase the shamanic light
    Until your feet are tired 
      There's nothing you recognize 
So you lay down
And dream of alien handwriting
On the back of your eyes
The soft forest fog is enveloping you
You're getting kind of wet 
   You get up and walk 
Back 
It's like twenty feet
   And you open a cold beer
And eat some crackers
 Life is ok