Ever seen the inside of a Teletubbie's belly?
I did
that **** gave me cataracts and glaucoma
which lead to injesting large amounts of guacamole
got huge
mostly in the head-
found a homeless man, let him sleep on my couch
he liked to tell stories about his encounters with celebrities
oh which he was one
back in the day, I think he was on Rosanne
never watched it but he was cool enough
we biked to the overpass to drop waterballoons on those who needed them most
like fake-tanned blondes in convertibles
and bicyclers.
I love all kinds of people and can forgive their beligerence
though mine are quite strange
I like canoing in trees and making mosaics from bone fragments and rubies
just a bit of a mind juggler
smacking singles on counters for pregnancy tests and breath mint
tell a tubby his belly is wide
and boy you'll be scoutin' a whole new skull.

Motivation to be lazy
tweaken all day on high self esteem
rising to the sky like smoke
look at that grin, like a smug donkey
hee-hawwing like a little jokester
but nobody's laughing,
you aren't amusing
just sad
bohemian life catching up to
an unshaved smelly *****
can you at least get a job?
You were such a sweet kid
almost had a future
and now you're stuck
on the couch
in time
too high to continue moving forward with reality
who are you really?
I don't even know you
but I know
you frustrate me,
but not because you're a burnout
no
I can accept a *** head, we can be soul mates and light one up right here
but at the end of the day
when the bowls are gone and the dishes need washing
you seek more
and I fear seeing that liklihood appear in my own actions.

Stretchy sticky tape can be used for plenty
like preventing loose lips from spilling secret information
make 'em taste adhesive next time they lick crackly mouths
serve as a reminder of the importance of person-person confidentiality.
Some just can't keep a good story in their head
which is why they shout
and beg for the forgiveness of their unpopular ways
I love all these outcasts
because I feel I should, as do many others
they want to feel like good people
holy
and sometimes you find
you do enjoy the company of the strange
and I find
that I thrive on absurdity and being a ******
because it's exhausting to try to be normal
so you just act a fool and laugh
because you love to read about politics and physics
and you still enjoy
being un-sober
though it isn't apparent to all because you aren't so obvious
(except now)
and you know roughly who you are
at least have some ideas as to who you aren't,
you aren't a princess or an athlete,
you're not valedictorian, not perfect
just a humble little ****** with birds for brains
flying out of your ears
a whole flock of 'em
chirping away eating worms
early in the morn'
just insane in the dark.

As a young gal I married a much older boy,
he was 8 and the love of my life.
Then we divorced when I met Nathaniel;
his blue eyes and love of trains were dreamy to say the least
we never spoke much though
the marriage was unrequitted.
Today I love only writing
people are too animal to keep commitments,
they must eat and hunt and reproduce to repopulate
words simply listen and convey
can be flaky at times when there isn't a word to describe an idea
but at the end of the day
words will not die
unless they are latin
and when enough are written
you will never feel lonliness or discomfort
but only inner peace and relief.

If you like
some day will be so drastically different from today
that you will never know how insignificant current worries are
or how silly actions were
life can be
how you like it:
queen of primetime
soccer mom
beach ***
anything.
I think I'd like to be a traveller.
I want to see the places I've only heard of
to ensure that they do exist
but I'd want to do so only if there was no hostility
which is impossible
so I suppose this will have to do
only hearing stories
googling images
reading books and learning languages
and just imagine the view from another mountain.

I need a shot of something strong-
(anthrax?)
'cause I have too much passion for distraction
thought it's probably what I need most,
just a little break from thoughts and selfishness
I do not own anyone, not even myself
it's all variable
it's terrible
this illness of assuming the right to feel a certain way about anything
when you're wrong,
the feelings are wrong
it's possible.
Too much analysis not enough mental paralysis
freeze
let it stand still, we're close enough to the speed of light to halt forward motion of time
slide in a black hole
Helter Skelter, and I'll see you again
a changed man, new person, brain transplant
and I won't care
oceans are forever and round like the universe
citrus smiles mean only positive moments
nothing serious ever again
sight for sore thighs
joy.

Timmy thinks a lot of things-
**** should be legal, women should be naked
he had some friends.
One day, they decided
to go to another galaxy
so they hopped on board a ship
Titanic
and sailed away in the sky
to the space
to the beyond
they made good time,
not too many bathroom breaks
and reached Arshbeg in time for lunch.
They hated the atmosphere,
much too musky
and the dirt reeked of some subatomic ****
quark feces
but the sky was beautiful,
you know,
the kind of color that doesn't exist in the typical Earth spectrum of light,
you had to be there to get it,
it's an inside- enlightenment.
Why did they ever come home?
One: the lack of air made it difficult not to drop dead
two their ears began to melt and detattch at random according to cosmic comedy
and three they missed their television,
there was terrible reception on that side of the universe.
They came home with big grins
thought they were cool for their discovery,
only to realize that they were forgotten,
that two days on Arshberg was 500 years on Earth
they met their great great great great great great (and some)
grand relatives
who did not care about time travel
for that was children's play,
and they were just old fogies
too sad for the emotionless world
too obsolete to survive
so they were anihilated to make room
for a digital shopping center of gravity.