Well Annie now you've done it
through your gyrations,  characterizations
imitations
a spot of light of spirit
flipped out into the ether
like some kind of spiritual dandruff
all crystal prisms
twinkling stars shook off of you
and floated
through my eyes and ears
and penetrated and infused
my pumping heart
through my circulatory system
snapping synaptic changes,
touching those places
of
dreams and trances.

Well Annie now you've done it all night long
with images of Olive Oil
and no Popeye
I have become a sailor man
unmoored from the safety of the slip
dragging the anchor
until the tether breaks
and find myself floating
on some Jungian sea
of the unconscious far away from the shore.

Well Annie now you've really done it -
How will this all play out
when walking down the faux marble hallways
as I roll up one wave of imitation
and down another in
clients/secretaries/billing clerks
deranged psychiatrists stories
and all of this reality
grabbing trying ranting riffing
how is this all going to play out
when strange guerilla theatre
erupts on backwards
in administrators offices
and leadership committee meetings
when I spread my  legs
as my grand opening
in carrot top hangings
and turn to clients
offer them too
this spirit spark of
courage.

Well you've really done it this time Annie
when my door is locked
and pagers are begging for my attention
but I will be in the room at that desk
throwing rules, regulations
and my professional reputation
to the current winds of unwinding
truths and soulful stories.
When they turn to me
and ask for my forgiveness
in their true confession
or when I shift shapes
to the big onion
when everyone who wanders near weeps
when they ask me for that magic sentence
to make it all okay
or write a treatment plan
or
just a hand on the shoulder;
as they begin to talk
like rooms of old echoes-
I will tell them that will cost them extra.

You've done it now Annie forever
in my minute little world
rocked the boat
that spirit
like the butterfly wings causing the hurricane
of courage.

You've done it now Olive Oil Annie
I have found my spinach
and
freedom cannot be far behind...

through streak of dusty caution

cradled upon a trickle of desire

with honest bohemian restlessness

He *painted a rainbow of hope

upon a canvas of spring



accidentally.

Tell me about your hands.
Every line and callus, every ragged nail
And how they feel, and smell, and taste
The colours, shapes and
Sounds they make
When they touch
When they want to touch, too much
Whether they shake, or they are steady
Paint me a picture
And when I am ready
I'll open my eyes
And welcome your hands
On my storyboard flesh
And your hands can tell you
All about me.

The CIA loves the common man
& is keeping us safe

•

Finacial Shenanigans & Deceptions
By banks & corporations

Are good for AMERICA & AMERICANS
(Such as    -----   Yourself!)

••

The Greatest Christian Value
Is

Personal Greed!

••

People who
Believe in protecting
The environment are
Communists

& it is alright to **** them

••

Blacks are good for AMERICA
as long as they keep working
&
Don't pretend to be human beings

••

Just because you are being spied on
Constantly

Does not mean you don't have
Privacy rights

••

The radiation coming from Fukushima
(& will be coming from Fukushima
For the next 1000 years )

Is good for you

••

The fact that your Benevolent Leaders

Sexually prey upon your children
& turn them into
Wrist slashing lunatics

Should be seen as humorous
Not
Tragic

••

The obvious feeling that Death
Is pervading the Human Culture
Is none of your concern

Etc

Ad infinitum

••

In order to form a more harmonious Philosophy,
it is important to change many variables,
though only if one at a time;
for the observation of the result
of the change of each individual variable
provides insight into the ways in which
they are all of a holistic system,
and thus may provide insight
into the truest of Natures;
the Nature of Reality.