I got lotsa gypsy images
go fleeting through my brain
at the speed of sight
Dozing into a multi-shaded basket of leaves
deep brown hue of Shangri-la City
I put my pen behind the stems of your heart
Temptation in the sky
attached to a slipped-wing disc
A saw cuts up the molecules
and how many families are separated
rearranged
never knowing they're part
of the same structure
If you leave a legacy for your children
you've made your life worthwhile
but they don't give a damn
they're too far ahead of you
to do anything but camp on your doorstep
Pollywogs for breakfast
make a cross-country runner
zip and joggle
and turn loop-de-loops
at ten feet in the air
A peripheral idea is merely
a central one
blown apart
like the universe eons ago
Each person makes his own creation
through the interpretation
of what you've laid down
Mental catharsis makes a good laxative
but the involuntary organs overdo it
Silly things
have always been
the rabbits
of my ear
Impotence, young man?
Not on my watch !
It's only a game
so why be strict about the rules?
All ending are arbitrary
because we think we need them
thus...
