Inner Peace?
that only comes
with brain death
its like putting one
word after another
and assuming it’ll
make any sense
jibber jabber for a
lunatic might make
some noise and
dislodge the rubble
inside the head but
to the outside whirl
what comes out is
total bullshit-just like
something Trumpian
blah blah blah blah
orange is the new
orange blah blah
I’m also into good
furniture-you know
something you can
sit on without it all
collapsing and making
a noise-I hate noise-
its non-specific surliness
sounding like something
Charles Mingus squeezed
out through his rear orifice
in moments of introspective
self assessment before he
yanked down the handle
and it all flushed away in
a tidal wave of percussive
outrage at the international
exchange rate or something-
who knows what goes thru
a toilet’s mind-it could be a
worthy thought or just shit-
I mean…what am I-psychic?
Marlovian 