carpet texture
April 8, 2011 Leave a Comment
so which kris am i this morning?
i make some tea in a fog and take my meds
today i want to be alone
problems extend 3d projections around my skull
my sacred crown
life creeps into my morning, some door i forgot to lock
life can be great but theres SO MUCH of it
for example
i often stare at the floor or the walls behind people when we speak
the face is a carnival of meaning
the stream of consciousness unveiled
for me its not a stream, its a waterfall
a 3d projection pouring life experience into each human skull
carpets just have a nice texture
tonight there is an open mic
will i show up? what significance would it have?
what significance is there if i avoid it?
a single decision unfolds into an object that
grows a new dimension every time you observe it
how many decisions have you made today?
well my tea cup is empty
parting words, another infinite decision to make
go forth and multiply?
no
may the force be with you?
no
i just want to say
thank you for your patronage
please drive through