People, wait patiently, for the bus, it’s the drivers, you’ve got to worry, about. Give me, a desert, a real, desert. The words, get thrown down, wide apart, from one another. Someone, said something, about, prizes! It seems like, I’m just writing, the same, three, sentences, over, and over, a hundred different, ways. All this frivolity, has embarrassed, me. Someone, or, something, pulled all of the stuffing, out of the cushions, of my, couch/bed. Too much urination, leads to embarrassing games, of fetch, and tag. Your pet, may be your friend, but, it will bite your face. Sideswiper, it doesn’t matter, what deals, you attempt to, cut, after the damage, is done. The stupid, aren’t proud, of their stupidity. The sexy, don’t let the non-sexy, in on any, of their silly, games. If you don’t know how, to sing, come up, with, something. Dewey decimals, and stacking chairs, being difficult, it’s just a job. I saw her, swat him, yesterday, they both, looked like, post-coital, flies. This consortium, of rage, and hate, can’t even whine, or, whimper, anymore. Say that you were sick, say you’re moody, performing, marijuana dances. We foolishly, threw ourselves, into, work. A darker color, of bathroom wall, would be preferable. If we knew, who we were, we’d soon, forget. Have a successful, semester! Discuss the torment, confusion. No collection, is complete, there is always going to be some rare, kind, of so, and so, that you don’t have. Interpret, what is inward, who really cares, about the, moon? The mood swings, and high, leg kicks, lead to, being like concrete, in a way, ditto, the nonsense. Skedaddle, my love, stay unfurled, and unfettered. Wow, that’s right, there was a lack, of anything better, to do. Let them, reiterate, for your listening pleasure, exactly, how, the twenty-four hour, concept, will work, would have, worked. We must entertain, ourselves. You’d goddamn, well, better, lay into, this! Stop scratching yourselves, and farting, incessantly. Some ex-astronaut, appears trustworthy, enough, to sell juicers, or, waffle makers, via, infomercial. Say hello, to everyone, the greatest song, ever written, can’t really, be, picked. Help us pass, the literary, or mathematical, tests, that are required, to make six dollars, an hour, at some job, we don’t even, want! The stress, is not going to go away, is it? You, ma’am, were my first, last, and only, chance, in itself, at redemption. Where are your comments, in regards, to, overall, satisfaction? The porno shop, is a fading, memory, now, and I can’t reach my beer, from where I’m sitting. Particle girl, where are you? A lot of drafts, have been written, and…other things, concocted, since you saw, what you, saw. Shove the entrance exam, just, let me be a failure, in peace. My hiding spot, is your, hiding spot. Ethics, is foundationless, and subscribed to, like magazines, for its own, sake. The roof, was like a social science, experiment. I am no longer frightened, of your underarm vagina, man. Does that drawing, you made, for me, indicate, that I am a comet, hurtling, downward? There aren’t going to be, anymore, withdrawals, that’s for sure. Come on, back up, to the, hi-de-ho, mister! Aphrodite, put down your violin! Apes, know their own, ticks, and shortcomings, not so, with man. What’s with all this, talk, this slinky, kitty, talk, about, magic? It’s easy, too easy, to imagine magazine mouths, sucking you, off, or, whatnot. Stamp the pad, then, the paper, don’t judge, or, label, affix, monikers. Don’t draw a bust, around, the montage. I am, what they refer to as, a, “sick person.” My failure, was predictable. Pick up a stick, and swing it. Oh, we’re guarded, we’re so long, so long, from laundry expeditions, backwards, denials, the jerk-off, pinup girls, hanging around the room. What follows, is some kind, of, opera. Flames, or, margins, take your pick. Fuck, rough, and, a lot, there are no dress rehearsals, in bed, at night, either. Forgiveness, not forthcoming. This is how the ferret, goes. Only the first half, will be augmented.
I guess, I don’t want, what I want, quite enough, to really, or, actually, want it. I always seem to miss out, on, the savings! The “tank top,” made me look, well, goofy! Don’t scratch down, so hard, on the paper, if you do, it will leak through, and damage, whatever is done, on the other side. Perhaps, the dinner party, guests, parting comments, were directed towards me, but, perhaps, not. No matter how you slice it, it’s going to be awhile. Beautiful pines, wonderful pines, don’t cut down the pines! Please, don’t tempt, taunt, or, bait, me, because, I will go for, anything, on the line, you may, cast off. People are getting high, in the school parking lot, as we speak. What we cannot control, in our attempts, to control them, is what drives us, insane. Imagine yourself, in prison, what difference, would it, make? I can’t even, believe, that it, spins… We’ve got such a long, long, way, to go, well, at least, I, do. Help them, through, the secret door. This nation, has been, de-peopled. We joined the (look at your, hands) human, race, quite, late. Cause a commotion, at the store. No one would ever suspect, that this animal, was the inspiration, for the dedication, of that plaque. That place, was exactly, like an airport, except for, the rare, campfires. Well, our chains, have been pulled, and lo, and behold, we have fallen, over. Review, chapter five, discuss, term limits, flip your tassel, from one side, to the other. If you don’t put anything, in, you won’t get anything, out, don’t take too long, to grasp, this. We all, had to run into the gym, and start dancing, it was embarrassing, and, to be frank, stupid. Who you, find, to be beautiful, may think likewise, of you, or, you’re one, of many, of, “those”. There is always going to be some new setback, or ailment, to complain about, don’t. People will grope each other, laws, and statutes, or, no laws, and statutes. The party, is over, buckle up, before, leaving the parking lot. The things that I thought were bad, about me, are getting, steadily, worse, and, unless you jump the gun, into something, you are going to be, eating, your own, dust. Most of us, are as goofy, and sloppy/lecherous, when drunk, as when, sober. People, normal, people, think that making a funny face, is crazy (gosh, bless ‘em). Those…what are they, Egyptian-Hindu, feelings, to be, had? The dream, of crooked, allegations, wasn’t a nightmare, neither was the one, about whoever that girl, was, who came, in my face. I want to stretch, but, what is required, is to squish up. The geodesic dome, becomes a pizza store, everything, goes out of business. There are no deals, for us, we have no information, to exchange. Watch how you twist, yourself, the…rules, need to be read, off the list, again (you’d think, that, thought, would be, enough). If that door, opens, the bottle, will break, and I, will commence, to scream, and yell out, crazy shit. My hand, is fucked up, but, doesn’t hurt, like other parts, of my body. We aren’t ever, going to make love, in any, car, I think, at this point, that, can be safely, stated, for the record. You didn’t do, a whole lot, of planning, or, put a lot of forethought, into this. Don’t duck, and run, into the teepee, for a quickie, wait a minute, I’m talking to you. Young, and on the move (hmmph)? The, uh, doctor…is recommending, a radical, new treatment, for you, dying, it’s inevitable, try it, he says. This crazy thing, is as crazy, as yogurt. Apparently, there is a big enough, difference, between lemon ice, and lemon sorbet, that something, was…What use, are new mopheads, now?
