We'd all be fine if it wasn't for matter,
because, then, we couldn't solidify...
never mind we solidify thoughts,
see them as real,
it really doesn't matter!
You can't write a poem about something....
it either is that thing, in words,
or, it is not...that's art!
I'll writhe another poem out for you folks
soon, I promise!
Now, whom/whatever thought up flowers,
now, there was intelligent design...
and, they work!
Intelligence, itself, thought it all up...
there never was a being!
Corner of sunlight through skylight
on my desk...cool in red underwear nobody
can see me listening to old KGNU radio show
I did with J.J. still good to hear still healing
from being born just in time for death looks like.
Could be a long one...spaced out frag-ments...
even a part contains the whole...
...come in, Rangoon...
"there's some Disco fans in here tonight..."
Disco-nected from the
Motherboard Motherlode Mothership
cross your fingers hold your nose and jump
like being born.
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