Feeling good in Cuba
and
he down with it
haha
I'll get sued now.

The mind takes a vacation
an
elevator to some far off station
but is still at home in this boneyard
body,
there is no way out of it
and at times
no way to get into it
is that the paradox?

well
the mind has locks
which sometimes lock and block
all rational thought.

Poetry bends into the grooves
blends in with the moves
and occasionally scratches beyond
the surface noise.