Copy That!

Got stoned again at my friend’s…

arduous journey back as always notwithstanding

hamburger on the horizon.

A stop off at the cafe for a moka frappe decadent

pleasure waiting for the burger joint to open…

welcome respite and documentation of the journey.

A muscular handsome youth with fashionable beard

at a table with computer in cliche life display before

his boy friend collects him and they go upstairs.

Who knows what they’ll get up to?

A Giganto-Burger 

almost time to get

with fries.

Feeling more like a character in a movie

with other characters of various sundry sorts

some authentic some obvious posers some

inscrutable psychopaths some gentle you can

feel who is real and who is phony…who’s 

acting and who is not. 

Even saying, it’s still a performance, a show,

a tell, a “tell”, a sign, song, a dance.

“Don’t you people ever stop acting?” our

Host told the troupe at his house for a party

after the performance.

We were all still in our characters from the play.

In the market stoned everyone was doing their

part by acting the part the part they’re pretending to play.

“We’re off to see the Wizard!”

(It’s gonna be random for a while now)

Evanescence of sweat off my body

dissolving taste in my mouth

faces change as the masks dissolve

discontinuity of experience is my norm

memento I’m one step ahead of myself

I don’t even have to know what that means.

As they said in the Twenties anything goes

always has always will you can’t stop the monkey 

Monkeyshines in the moonlight at midnight ok

lions and tigers and bears oh my! 

The exclamation IS the point,

the worms ARE the spice,

Sentient beings ARE enlightenment,

Michelle IS a tranny! (don’t shoot me!)

“Watermelon!!!”

(I wanted to get that in in case I die before

the end of the poem…if that is what it is.)

I’ll put some doom music on that will end this.

Sometimes the grimmest lines are closest to the truth,

if you don’t mind the truth.

Booooorrrring!  I know…

wheat with the chaff, Baby, we’re 

in this together.

As long as you’re reading, the words

are in charge.

P.S. 

I couldn’t eat the whole hamburger.

“I can’t believe I couldn’t eat the whole thing!”

The hamburger seemed to grow as I was eating it.

And the fries were ok.

(Something something rhymes with “day”)

Actually, I have lots of catsup and mayonnaise,

excuses for eating potatoes.

Yada, yada, yada….(your scenario here).