Off the top of my head

Where can I turn shields of gray into discoball spinning glinting omni spectrum colored light? Bounceing off of you, bouncing off of me Illucidating our multi colored mandle brot minds eye into dreams of Future past present storyboard camera views Can I grab the silence of No's perpetual motion and everything it holds I don't know I do not want too know Tune your belly button fuzz to the non-fiction friction of gyroscopic handle-bar flip top thoughts The sacred breath it's all I know If I had a caravan of love from a handful of day dreaming sighs oh how sweet this choclate ferry cake could fly Burrito tournicate hapless leans a twinge a twinge oh what could this be

Spew from sewer grate teeth never chomping anything of value A dime short green droplet incontinence falling as absurd as gravity inside the thumb Is it good is it bad? NO! It is a heap of a trash moutain lollipop curtain Where dismembered fingernail clippings come to die And another cry who cares if its a lie Whirlwind inside a sleevless shirt A renegade glory I can never finish the story Place your hands upon earths omni-present heart Shes better than a number or a name As I stand along her grassy plane with 8hz we sustain we sustain along this plane Renaissance into the ethereal where all answers come where all questions go symphonies illusions grand piano reverberations It has me oscillating an alphanumeric tone

Author's Notes/Comments:

A fast write with not too much thought put in or emphasis on grammar. Feels more like I'm dumping out an old junk drawer. Then taking a look at the contents inside. My mind has been feeling very stagnant lately. Needs something... Perhaps hot sauce, or a new unaskewed view on what is still coming down the pike.