If you wake and the moon is broken

If you wake and the moon is broken

don't despair

If you wake and the sky is torn open

don't worry so much

If you wake and you're still drunk

better roll over and thank the stars

 The Queen of Memory

searched in her boudoir

for her frontal lobes

"Frontal robes you ass!"

 The whole world has disasters

But I'm only concerned about me

what's up with that

say people not you

but someone

and to them I say

something about Darwin

 

 Nothing to say/

morning/

weird nights sleep())(()))))))))(())()))()

Yeah tell me more/

Okay nothing/

World's a mess/

Carlos the Jackal is still alive/

 In the land of the blind/

a one eyed man is fucked/

 

 In the kingdom of fools/

aardvarks are latent/

Hoodies are yellow/

No one is mellow/

 

in the kingdom of forgetfulness/

like a dead peony/

sitting and thinking/

more of the non complacent/

forgetfulness/

 Walked today

Got a Grey Goose martini

Then I stopped in another bar

but I had to go 

It would have just led to trouble

and I didn't want that

 

 Tweaky Tweakenheimer 

was having a moment 

tweaking away 

on a humid Sunday like early am

slightly rainy

in her brain

painkillers had helped her back

but nothing could help her brain

except puppies

 

 

 Laid up

Back tweaked

Upper middle left side

When I try to stand 

Pills after a walk and then 

two more pills

Some pills my housemate takes for anxiety

She gave them to me to help sleep

But I don't think they do shit

But it was nice of her

 Move over 

Proboscis

Morning Glory

of Doom

Fate hands you a shit card

what are you gonna do

Cry about it

Bow your head and chalk it up

to another morning of shit and gloom

But you wiggle out of bed

try to not to fuck up your already tweaked back

And make your way to the coffee in the kitchen

COFFEE COFFEE

SWEET COFFEE!

Blessed art thou Lord of Beans

 The Kingdom of Memory

Yielded many a numerous tome

bequeathing some form of forgotten permanence

To an unyielding passing

Of monotonous billions

Of rocks and Ricks and Marybelles

Seeing the words put their minds at rest

and gave meaning where there had been only doubt

 A twisted neurodivergent teenager

was beaten to death by a tagged 

UNICEF wandering slow plein 

There's nothing funny about any of it

 The random prairie dog

had an idea 

but he got rid of it as soon as he could

He'd seen where ideas led

Like walks on the black trail

He busied himself stowing acorns

for some reason

 The Fountains of Forgetfulness 

were beautiful to behold

shimmering aquiline aquifers

imbued with magazines about who was never here

or was 

I'm not sure

see the forgotten sirens singing tunes

before they knew who I was or you