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.





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