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Ode to the texture of a peanut, a surrealist poem
Ode to the texture of a peanut,
how wonderfully dry bumpy and desolate,
ahh to have a picnic on the surface
to open the plastic basket and feast on submarines,
as we feed the enormous mico ants the crumbs,
and wait for the lemonade rain to wash away the newspaper wraped angels.
we pack up the palmtree and toss away the coconuts as we float away on a sea of mecury,
with the fish in the sky and the birds in the sea all seems right, as we take the plunge the sea drys up and we fall on an assortment of poems never finished and storys that only got started
theres only one thing you can do, go sking ahhh the swoosh and the snap of gracefully landing on your head. 10 and 112/56 the voice of the moon sayed
we chated with the moon for a year or two and a half about the weather and - signs and pens, we said our aduis and continued on our quest,
to find just nothing, nothing at all
But to find nothing there must be something,
i return finding nothing.
Its tea time as we drink and listen to sgt.'s oh the wonderful noise as it ripples through the world,
Im with her and im happy.
Ahh its wonderful but the sgt.'s must be leaveing and all the tea is gone, then suddenly
dark dark flash pain
were am i?
dark dark Flash Pain
Is this real?
dark dark flash pain
what is this?
dark dark flash pain
then just dark
im on the surface again....alone, in a haze.
The enchantment is gone im alone again.
the surface is a lie, the existance is a lie, and im alone,
the peanut, the tree, the sea fade awawy into just impressions.
the world is no longer color but black and white. then grey then black and dark and alone again
dark dark flash pain
where?
dark dark flash pain
what?
dark dark flash pain
wake up?
in a place thats still not real.
the pains still there,
all a lie?
all alone??
i want to go back.
but i cant. im alone
the pains still there
the pain is still here
the pain will still be felt.
i want to go back
but i can't
as my eyes open
to shed just one tear
and look out the window
just to watch the rain.
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