CLANKETY CLANK CLANK
Peak of the precious pearls
pieces of wisdom
exited from heavenly revolving doors
water ways and well springs
pick of the divine effervescent fruit
near the gates of glory
I love the way in which waves
wash across my thought field
inducing convulsive snake charming
into regions
spitting out tongues of fire
into the furthest regions of space
taunting mystery matter
and expounding upon swirling glass
enclosed green houses in the sky
angelic ink blotters dripping with goopy fluid
re-metabolize aforementioned parallels
with fallen dignitaries
and place gaping wounds and blisters
on the foreheads of cave dwelling
lack of light blinded humans
nomadic yet primitive in nature
blistering bloated blackened blimps
I spend my time in the company
of meritless pimps
I wail to girder walking American Indians
while chanting and taunting playful gibberish