mind candy plant food

it doesn't work the way
we think it does. instructions
lost in a big bust, turning right
in a left only zone. options
are most valued on the rhizome express
but next time, please bring a curling iron.
in the mellineal, legacy will be
a new math which disproves
the despot.


more precisely, provided
 that no phenomemon violates
the principle of relativity
of motion,
  there is no means
to measure the velocity
 of an inertial observer
with regard to a possible medium
of propagation of quantum waves.

we have missing matter because the equations say
gravity demands that it has to be there. but it's not.



what's not to understand
you put the right foot in
take the left foot out, pop
a couple of dubiously manufactured
pills and have either ecstatic trance music jams
or a hellish night over the porcelain throne.

the fact that we can't measure motion
in exactitudes merely means no one's standing still
despite strong evidence to the contrary. rocks
for example.








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recently had another bout with my reproductive glands.
thought i might bleed out before help came. i was really
stressing this, wondering if i'd know if i was hemorrhaging
grateful to have you in my bed to look out
or at least find the body if i slip out during the night.
came to terms with that being exACTly the way i wanna go
in my sleep, with no notice, just  wake up  during a bad dream...

so i guess if that's the worse that happened to me
it'd be alright.not that i'm courting death, i was proactive
this time, called the doc, did the tests, took the meds.
now it's a wait for results, let's discuss surgery.

i'm so weary. remove it, i'm done with the breadbasket
and can you give me a tummy tuck at the same time please?
 i've raised my brood, they're on to lives of their own
i wanna sell this place and move to the beach. wonder
if i could write stories from the ocean there. every day
i'd give her some trinket and every night she'll send me
another story, walking down gulf blvd or along the shore.

some of them i'll meet, some of them i'll make up.
grains of sand, castaways, one point oh five.
i'll need to find a good name for the stories.
it's a two year project. in the meantime, the tile

will be laid, i'll make payments, get out with the
shirt on my back and new used car maybe.
rattle along the surf , crab crawl the ocean
an hour every night. i'll be the shrunken
leathery womsn in the shallows, kicking my
feet in zero gravity.