. . . swallowtail . . .
Huh
Whadyasay
Swallowtail. A swallowtail butterfly
. . over there . in the flower bed.
Oh
Saw it Thought you said Quetzalcoatl which I cant begin to tell you wha it triggeredyes
I can got me lookinround for his
sidekick Xototl the dogheaded god the pair heading down to Mictlan thas hell underground
to gather bones anoint em with Quizs blood give birth to men who presently inhabit
the earth Me I doubt
you
Was a silly syllable longer
Though tha worked for Chesterfield
What the hell you talking about?
Stopyou were alive though apparently unswabbed
by Quetzalcoatl the swallowtail One silly millimeter longer
Millimeter. How’d that enter this
conversation about a butter . .
.
. Free association
Yaoughta try it Mikey Youll like it
Mikey?
Associate man
Or are ya braindead ya
make me wonder sometimes snapped
his fingers three times Gotta be quick in these parts stranger
he watched his mouth struggle
with something
Spit it out
Enlighten me.
I cant tell how desperate reading
is to impart knowledge or play with
facts not playloose with them I alone
can fix it he shoudve been fixedpithed longtime ago coud have sat drooling beside Rosemary Joe was a piece of shit twentytwo years old spent sixtyfour years institutionalised
a botched lobotomy asif thas a legit procedure lost her ability to walk
an talk My thas a fine kettle of fish Oliver woud say to Stan Laurel not shabby passed away in Santa Monica a better place to be alive than dead I must say Ed Grimley Martin Short whos awfully short but taller than your memory
your zipability
to recall seemingly anything
Seewha
a Quetzalcoatl in a flower pot gets ya derision indignation I Got to Be Me
Sing it Sammy
afternoon reggaefriday, 19 5.
23
1201, Monday,
24 7. 23
Life
cereal https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLQ0LZSnJFE
Sammy
Davis, Jr. I Got to Be Me https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaalq3RYAyw
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