Leslie Perry (thanks)

Your poem made me very happy.

Rabbit hole so evil..

never what a hole would seem

Sweet spot of a dream

Yet wretched shapes of being

Gnash their teeth

Sometimes scream

To distort the picture on the cave

Walls

With creepy paintings of

Zombies

The doors remain hidden

Hardly a dream at all

A computer hides behind the

Wall

You return to sanity

As the clock is ticking

Madly

Mad watch smashed hard

And flowers freeze in showers

Mad

It was far away

Formula one came

A flying car

Just for fun

Bees make flowers

Fruit dripping juice

Love this good life

Do.

What to say on this wonderful day?

It looks as if people are getting wild

A whole new zoo spirit is on the news

The zoo is exploding with life

Sudden the sloth enters the room

And gets busy doing major mental work

Nothing is making sense accept

The many types of food on the Menu

The wicked is not so apparent now

Even when a crisis hits

There is no bleeding cow

You can all feel secure as you log on

Then log off for the melody of love

The sweet cherry

Time is like a tooth being knocked out

Twist your body

Twist and shout.

Nobody says a thing about what seems unfixable,

The mood on major streets can suggest a type of horror, and people try to not notice.  I wish I understood this better, but it is beyond me.  It is like an urban flu that sits there day after day.  The resteruant is the place to find freedom from this impossible horror.   Thousands of dollars down the digestive track, eh?

Say Yo America: "The Constitution" the living document, THIS IS YOUR LIFE!

1860 TO THE PRESENT!

A STORY TOLD BY MARK GUTTMAN

ON THE LIFE AND TIMES OF AN EXPERIMENT

THESE WORDS WRITTEN DOWN

TO CHANGE OUR IDEA OF GOVERNMENT AND LIFE

THE ONE AND ONLY

THE AMERICAN CONSTITUTION

WE BEGIN RIGHT BEFORE THE CIVIL WAR.

ONCE UPON A TIME IN A LAND FAR AWAY...

Cat woman was a delusion in the TV

Now little one to present a gym

A gymnasium

For the concept of action

Never terribly repetitive

Or arthritic to frozen symptoms

As a freeze ray is capable

Interesting public relations

Like an intimate discussion

Your arm reaches far

But you can not touch

Cat Woman

the end and more...

deep in the fog of a frame!!

A life of the imagination

On the streets

On the streets again

Mixing in odd spots

So strange

I think I like it!


The bay remains

The bridge to green Marin

Where

Memories mix with the now

Present reality

Egrets calling.

Nothing exciting like...

a speeading illness

Creeping like a strange cloud

Creeping as it does

Sleep little darling

As the cloud shifts like

A small planet!


The unnatural is stunning

Until a point.