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just makin it up as you go along

an impromptu song in the middle of a regular day

in the workplace causin disturbances

snowball effect just write down

everything you hear in your mind

it’ll unwind in a tapestry

jar of flies

circlin round your head

held up by balloons

in festoons

or some kind of treasure all in doubloons

that baboons throw down

buried in nuts and sticks

cracked open on thick skulls

like dry wood splits

under the axe swingin down

in perfect form

from the country boy who just wants to keep warm

in the winter in the woods

with fuel that’s

like gasoline before we got

this addiction to feed

like mongoloid infantile fully grown men

with enough money to spend

but not enough to lend some change

to the world

ice is meltin at the extremes

it seems that this phenomenon is more

than just a liberal dream

of gettin green

instead of red with envy and rage

in cage match planetary civil wars

evil plots hatched

by the man

we’ve been tryin to stick it to

and we’re so close to finding whatever it might be

some kinda mental machine

or metaphysical social regime

or just a note with a little adhesive strip

with tiny messages in cramped script

handwriting that the man couldn’t decipher if he desired

let alone if he’s blind to the mired masses

clutchin small children

tryin to protect them from the cold

with only two arms

wrapped like safety nets

around the last of an endangered species

to ward off nature from finishing the job

the poor wretches started on themselves

and they lied to their minds thinking

if only we can convince ourselves

of our own invented reality

we’ll think we’re alright

and if we think,

therefor we are

it’s so crazy it might work

it’s already been done to the past

now they’re working on the present

the future is next

slumbering giants rest

on fields of rubble and rot and remains of splendor

thinking they’re on grassy summer paradise hills