I’m getting stoned
so nail me to a cross
and make me an unknown martur
and crank some jamband shit
to sift through my awareness
It’s getting to be
too interesting to handle
rehashing the old recycled clichés
and I can’t justify it
it’s rather unpleasant
but it passes quickly
and warmer fronts move in
and it seems like it could be
just about all right
a certain degree of autonomy
still exists in this country
although a rarer instant
it’s getting to be
(hey this guy
actually thinks
about the words he says)
that is a shocking prospect
befuddles the mind
to even consider it
for more than a few seconds
and so the daunting task
of transcendence remains
and no amount of drugs
or TM or alcohol will change
the final results
poetry
should be interesting and witty on the sly. Entertaining. ~S~
I'm always trying to pull the
I'm always trying to pull the wool over someone's eyes