minutes of insanity s water cooler meeting
the center of my head pulls up and its dry crack of eyes break down the hill popping their hulls under the weight of a plan hastily jotted down by those beyond this loop of neck wailing drowning in the stringing drip of party balloons like cartoon words of sunday import smeared by and beyond a silly putty and the silver orb still dreams bouncing on the ceiling like a yard ball kicked by upside down recess players children spanked like flying monkeys dropping two by two to the last drop off planks in their own damned eyes there is no time to think there is no time to play we ve got to paint a tongue today to glow like the spirit and pop like the pulp but first we must clear it with popes and with hulks since rhyming was glued to designs like a widget by an ad hoc congress of parl mental midgets i have a motion to adjourn Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 19 2002 08:22 AM PST, Frederic Jacob Gutknecht IV 10 • 0
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"the center of my head pulls up..."