Split me in two
And spread the gash.
There, between the pillows
Of my lungs, tangled
My floor is littered
The older they get,
The more they stink.
The waltz of warmth
That dances in and out
Of each year
Is played on instruments
Let's bake a cake for a snake,
Fill our jeans with jellybeans,
Comb our hair with a rake,
Paint our ears with blues and greens.
There is a morning fog here
That rises from the snow
To inhabit head-tall space
In a lightless glow.
There was an old man who was lonely and grim
And excessively technically minded.
He lived with a cat and an owl that was fat
And a fancy new clock. He=d designed it.
The chill air tumbles down from the moon
And splashes through trembling leaves
Tainted by the icebergs of Europa.
Silently, like a frenzied animal,
Speeding down the road at sixty klicks,
The tires hiss across the mist of summer rain,
Water craters, bursting fields of instant flowers
Blooming, gone, blooming, gone, blooming -
In the world of wizards
Where words can sizzle, freeze;
Where chance remarks
Can bring down larks
The eye leads and the mind follows.
The ear leads and the mind follows.
The touch leads and the mind follows.
The hounds of mind go howling down the avenues,