Fathead

I’m a lazy bastard, I’ll give myself that.

Even that statement proves

everything is poetry.

Fried astronaut stares out the window

on his ranch in Montana.

He thinks:

“I haven’t seen everything, 

but I’ve seen enough.”

Luminous fundamentalist believer

batteries not included.

Human bulletin fanatic 

always wound up too tight,

a clock with not enough time.

The DMT gnomes have learned 

a new way to say “Hooray!”

You could meet them.

Art is magic is psychedelic experience

is unfiltered life is “Buenos Dias!” is

the start the finish 

and everything in between.