Saturday, March 26, 2011

Baked on newyears

I think the best thing
is writing poetry
while baked
falling into clouds
and swimming through jelly

Head is so light and airy
and
Im hungry as a famished walrus
arms are noodles limp and wobbley
doin' circles feelin' watery

and words come out by themselves
unlike gum in your hair no peanutbutter is needed
no think:think no
smooth liquid pouring out in flowy vocabulary
it isn't scholarary
it is young and simple
as it was and is-sleep child!

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