Abraham that Joker,
pipe in hand,
laundromat his spot,
tells you that the secret
to life is in peanuckle.
But then you remember
that this is false, that
Abraham Lincoln walks into a
bar, pear tree holds four tree eye-
balls. Minefield looks like oregano,
a Vietnam Tornado.
Rastafarian sodomizes his Rasta
neighbor, but if you sleep it sleep it
sleep it off Tom Waits cigar devil
tricks, teeth like California sun.
Grass is was could be should be hair,
so if you salt the tarmac, nose on the
loose, Lincoln in the noose, so
yo-ho, yo-ho, inflatable bicycle tire,
strangle with an electric wire,
lonliness is a paycheck, cashed
like a pipe on a hill. Spirit of Adventure
tagged on a tree, but there's still
the White Tree of Gondor, God's
dandruff. Cubism requires Walt
Disney's signature, and Calypso
sells her apartment on Craigslist,
but let it be known that the secret
to life isn't in peanuckle, it is instead
a boy who picks his butt while standing
on a cliff.
*there's more but I'm done writing for now.
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