Sunny Day
Sweeping the Coulds Away.
Hey look!
A mushroom cloud
Chased away by
one of those annoying
preppy girls who always
has her thong sticking
out of the top of her pants.
My borrowed creativity
has been shattered
by the constant ramblings
of a face resting atop
a mauve-colored monkey-hair
trenchcoat.
I wonder what Jesus smelled like?
Maybe there is a hint of vanilla.
Maybe I am just rambling, but
it doesn't seem that way
to me.
I think my -ism took a wrong
turn on the way to conscious
thought like that cartoon rabbit
who never seems to make it to
Albuquerque.
Random thought is a dangerous thing.