That’s The Way I Like It

Sailing on an ocean of blood constantly replenished 

by a variety of waters rehydrating the manblob into

it’s proper vague form, definition compromised by

years of wear as with any machine…”If it’s a machine 

it’s not my problem” (Dick Cheney) good thing it’s 

not up to him I’ve seen men like him go up in smoke

hard to burn something made mostly of water, but it’s 

been done for thousands of years if we weren’t made of

lots of water we couldn’t move like sailing our bodies

over

a basketball hoop

a ballerina twirl 

a boogie woogie dance flip

a high dive, a floor routine

a flea flicker pass

a bull ride

all need oceans of water

to capture the dance of fluidity,

going with the flow,

the Tao of spontaneous presence,

nowness,

which is never created 

but is always complete.

Uh huh…..Uh huh….That’s right!