The Seats Are Different

I was sitting here just watching caterpillars
When this big truck just barreled down on my night.
A lightning bug guided me back to safety and I longed for home.

When I walked up to the door a hand crept out
And handed me a flower which had an inscription.
It read: "There is a land that is clear.
Can you see it, my dear?
It is fair
No worry, no care
And all the Cool Whip is free."

Then a noose swung in front of me and
A pitch fork stuck in the road drove deeper
Until it scorched a hole of purple light.

Sweat beads turned into centipedes.
I swatted at bats the size of mosquitoes.
The purple crevice gaped wider and the smell
Of lilacs and beer ambled down the path.

My arms danced wildly and I was knocked on my rear.
My eyes turned to stone.
I grasped for my cell phone.
And I darted away into a patch of blue.

But all that was last night.
They think I'm crazy but I know I'm right.

Now, I do notice that the seats are different on my porch.
And I stay there no longer when I'm at
Home.

Everywhere is Goodness

Smoke eats the fear
But she really never breathes
Until she meets the sun.

A comma in her life came
And sprang forth idea and light.
Her voice melted at the glaze
And the twilight of the frosted moon
Gave fog much discomfort.

Now meadows bend and tear and burst,
But for a minute.

The minute slices her fingertip
And her singing is cut short
And placed into boxes out of reach.

Dust and dawn sprinkle goodness
And goodness follows her
Everywhere.

It's Like, Not Really or Thank You, But No

Right. Right. Right. Right.
Ok. Ok. Yeah.
That's cool. Alright.

Oh, hey... You!
I was going to but I didn't, hello!
That's not my jacket, no, mine has a green zipper,
And the buttons are green too.

Was that an insult or an injury?
I know you took it somewhere where it didn't have to go.
I know you.

Yeah, I am the coolest.
Yes. Oh, yeah.
No doubt.
Whatever. And I'd like to see you try.

Get used to it, really?
I mean...wow.
I think about being saved from the boiling pot, too.
I mean, since it is starting to get hot in here, you know?
By the way could you get me another?
Yeah but with no ice this time.
It's cold and there are lemons and cherries also.
By the way, the lemons have more sugar.
I checked already.

So anyway, there was solitiude and light.
Lights like holidays, I mean.
And like the lights were bunchy like spider's legs
But still those one line lights like string beans on wires.


Van Gogh's ear fell on me and gashed me across my self esteem.
I'd like to fall out!
Blunder me oh, my oh!
But, the face was clean and shaved and my fingernails were keratin squares
I swear it.

By god, it was if Time had laughed again,
Or simply fell asleep.

Thank you though, truly.
And that is a relatively small state of easygoingness
I am willing to try.

Ok. Ok. Talk to you later.
See ya.