It's Not Very Good But I Like It Poem by Rhys Owens

I watched a movie the other day, I
Went across the road and checked the mail,
I ate lunch and breakfast at once,
Under the arm of the fleeting noon:
And the pears of the unwashed tree.

Listened closely, to catch the rhythm from the audio cassette,
Or sometimes a C.D. reading,
To listen closely again, to carry the note
And not the tune.

I lay happily, in my sea of wax.
Nonsense holding up a state
Outside the country that I live.
There's so many freedoms in America
Who knows which one is free.

Took turns in the avalanche,
To wheel the dung horse to its spring.
Told no drugs I was planning this,
Escape from the lousiness of the warehouse
Where I spoon

For 40 days, and 40 nights, under the ocean
Of a heavy tray,
I sat on my lap and watched a movie,
While my imagination went astray.