Numbles is a fictitious place, a state of mind. I go there from time to time in search of rhyme and reason When required
Here in Numbles The calliope plays non stop words fall from the hopper neatly written out, written neatly on white plastic ***** the size of owl's eggs.
They roll down the chute and line up in rational sentences of pure opaque poetry. Unabashed and shameless a bit cocky eh wot.
An I dont give a dam a style like the party girl who just hit her liquor limit She has one shoe in her hand and her purse in the other Tipsy?
I used to get budded, drop a 33 LP diamond needle with a brush, Wax was a choice over tape or disc just a better eargasmic experience.
Numbles here I come.
Reverse engineering the things I'd been hearing Oz .The sun shone in neon streams and the gusting breezes tasted like cool peppermint schnapps The cops wore broad pinstripes and penny loafers.
A storybook ending every time The pieces of the poem puzzles cake walked with spated shoes .
like homing pigeons on the wing to roost and coo, they knew. Numbles is the place where the sky was ever-blue.
I still day trip to that magical place sans herbalsupplimentation. or distilledfermentation.
Sleepdeprivation gets me to the towns square All my old friends are there still.