10-20-2006, 03:37 AM
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Last Online: 11-02-2006 12:49 AM
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my lunch box was a T.v.
so i woke up to a cheese wiz commercial and my tummy grumbled
for some gerber snacks
and a bib
it was the cutest thing in the world
and it grew from that social fertilizer
i live off
i flew my lawnmower past the street corner
met a clean shaven hobo with some quick wit
and some spare change who just happened to share his life story and i was grateful for his incondescent globe of a head thAT showed me the reflection of the oncoming bus
just about to run me over
and when i turned to mush
that sick feeling of an approaching ambulance dissipated and the prayers for a rapture like on so many darknights flying from the palms of troglodytes, the same sanitizers of my soil
that keep my trigger oiled and my barrel clean
start screeching for thier jello funpacks and and thier peanut flavored butter smudged saltines, and i wake up in a bed strapped down head to toe
pulled so far by the undertow away from home and i sat for awhile playing solitaire with my new best friend paco, and he always seemed to win, release me from this trusted position, my friend and martyr, ill hold them just one more time, before i wake up with eyes red and im back home again, this time the chex commericial is on, havent marked a trail, breakfast broke me fast, woke me up, head to toe and first to last, and i took the back door this time, and a barren wasteland of trucktires and marble tile lined my path, could have been my wonderland, didnt stick around to ask
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