I do not decry the crowd,
The movement of my thoughts,
Jumping from my mouth out loud without fear.
There may be not enough caffeine in my daily routine.
I want to taste the intensity of true being but,
I am unable to swallow the sun. Do you have to understand?
Under demand to have fun and say I see everything clear,
Even though I do not know what someone I am all the time.
I can be done or just have begun or I can be from beginning to end.
Like the airplane that, then, took us from there… to here.
I can hold a hand out in exhibition this year. I have the intuition,
To design an enterprise of imperfect interpretation superstition.
Like a bowl of bananas with cereal, and sugar, bathing in milk.
Sliding like silk down my throat, this whiskey has me swaying.
Why would When know where Who is again? What was I saying?
1+1-them (you + me)= just us three plus pi … I think… though I stink at math.
Anyway I was wondering why knot if I can tie? I mean…
Let’s take us like the airplane and fly high into the sky,
Have a couple drinks and think about a future serene.
Under the influence of art, infected and in a daze with,
Two days to hold a compound fraction in Las Vegas.

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