Blank...a blank world a blank canvas...its

Time to fill it up and paint a new planet

Blank words called spaces I write them

Down, now I’m space traveling

Illustrations are still scribbled...and

Sketches are still massive.... nothing is

Learned in a frozen room

I call it stilled classes

I'm diving in a dreams slip stream with my slick glasses

Visions of intermissions after the actor perform actions,

Insights and intuitions are known...from the crying actress

Results are all scripted...we attack with flying backflips

Its...like a car in reverse so I hit that backshift quick

Stay away from the snake never kiss those acid lips.

Suddenly I become a target on that hit list

what is he talking about? Why is he such a misfit?

So it continues down the field like I kicked it

I think it's time to make a deal in 5 minutes

And what I say makes no cents like poor pigeons

But I do have a big sense of smell like am Nixon

My minds a broken table it needs fixing