Stream of
You’re a bush riding a 4×4
2×4’s block our view.
Can’t wait til we finish.
Rarely finish.
Explosion of blood on white fleece and I
Make a run for the border, honey.
Dogs go nuts. Lick it up.
Fall down the stairs
Watch the rhinos play.
Disappear into the mud.
What a happy scene
I love stream of consciousness poetry
Well I don’t.
Broken rib.
Hope it don’t penetrate
anything crucial to life
Numb forehead numb arms numb legs
Imma gonna inject it into your spine and
you won’t feel a thing
Have another mimosa and pray
For a miracle that might not come
La la la la laaaa
Buddhism is a way of life
Yoga’s good
I come from white trash you’re white trash too
Spirituality is uhhhh
Let’s just get thru this
The death the dying the decay