thoughts (a day in a Calculus class - 1986)

Boring, unintentional assassination character bled out by arthritic words scrambled thoughts give rise to chocolate lips purple skies ghosts -- of yellow beeswax, haunting the hallowed halls of businessdom cataracts -- of listless bubblegum popping to the bounce of teenage girls walking to the sound of Lauper and Jackson Michael -- his name Cyndi -- hers facsimile reality or just a chaotic night mare -- horses without riders going nowhere should they who cares -- do you thoughtless ideas lacking guile -- or guidance wandering into the black night my soul searching for the home of the pineapple tree what is home Orions belt --holds the question or is it the answer to the riddle of whom I should be who I am what I am who cares not you to you I am just words scattered across this page hiding---- behind grey electrons and purple mushrooms Math -- the numbers keep coming -- or is that cumming 70% effective --- 90% effective double the run twice the fun English the language or the game what is the difference semantics perhaps listening -- the banter flies fecal matter from under the outhouse sweet smell to a gardener -- Chemistry -- or insanity not sure, induce me my mind into something more "realistic" curious -- is reality part of chemicality thinking -- Rust is life or life is rust that is it -- life is rust eating things perpetually -- some dynastic dragon...consuming everything including the tin man's tears just boring and stable acceptable yet contemptible nice to think about boring and stable acceptable -- contemptibleOriginal ideas from 1986 -- added to and finished in 2002 after a rather interesting late-nite conversation Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 16 2002 03:31 AM PST   0 • 10