Random Poem (thanks Capt. Beefheart)

Medusa blushing petrifying an army

adjustable indecent aftertaste

country pork barbecue

whether you like it or not

purple engorged eggplant

granite clear as crystal

prior cattle call fantasy

unfathomed ocean 

bay afterthought

like a hunchback contortionist,

these are the days of our lives

believing bludgeon

lost its grip

then you venue the new

it’d be nice to end this 

with something nice, like,

the sun…

maybe.