This my official 2014 Poem. It has no immediate purpose.
Basically I watch TV commercials and try to make as little sense as possible.
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Propane powered rocks never run out of sprinkled ham. Are your socks infected with bubble-wrap? Throw a blanket over it. Throw a blanket over everything like you're trying to make oatmeal out of trees. We can't assume a paralyzed elf has transparent seahorse scales. So I awoke in a place of cats pawing faster than juice. You may think old beach towels don't have time to rescue your gimpy walnut. Yet, the strength of a sassy friendship garden is swifter than hair. That hair depends on how clean your knee pit looks in the daylight, my sweet. For one single bean may grow five and a half drops of love. Sipping tears the size of a football. Mashing turnip grease on a security door is easier said than slurped, because the good warship Mexico can glaze a bear paw like it means corporate business. He'll shave your moose like butter corn squeezed through a peach radar. Examine the facts, you can't put a price on the lemon king, the market is too jiggly. Our burritos are made entirely of vitamin C. Robot penguins flail their arms in excitement. The military never did allow paper bags, the risk was too great. So slap a pancake, if not for yourself then for those who never could. Raccoon physics paved the way to jive snares. Not just any spoon transplant will do. Next you'll be saying door hinges really work. Rinse off that lava, you know where it's been. My people the mole men, often squeeze chopped washing machines. For maximum fumbling, apply organic shoes directly to a dogs paw. Flowers scrape diamonds, it's just math. That's when I made a perfectly round shoe, from a single piece of wet string. Fire trucks weren't meant to get this fresh, it's just not decent. When our village elder peels bark from a tree, it's music to my liver, you know the taste? Emulate illuminated cogs like moss on a cracker. Some day he'll go far, and we hope he stays there. Dmitri won five potato chips in the shape of joy, which he traded in for a reservation to have orange juice with Oprah. Notice the grassy scent of a glass of chia pets in plastic bags. Your knee pits say no, but your ears say yes. It really takes an old jar of dogs to learn new tricks. I'm talking about an empty spoon. You see, the Chinese team are known for flying a boat over five school busses. So I was found to be licking a grand crystal stair case dirtied by candle light if you wink with half a smile. It's there where bugs sell each other houses made of hair. As she follows the power drill to soft, soft buried treasure, she got a glimpse of her dream man. This was his first workshop teaching how to cook a jam covered car engine in an Amish pizza. The village, was never the same. Needless to say we lit candles in remembrance. In an unexpected turn of events, the city council voted in more ham spice than the electrical plug of a train speeding in a circle over a dog in a pointy helmet, if you see what I hear. My father was too far ahead of a birdhouse with no door hole. That's what you get for feeding a chicken it's triangle oranges by the sparkling light of hamster meat. The strange part is behind us now, where two moose intersect to create a breakfast for champions. Only the heart protests. Glancing at the right nostril of a needlessly specific kind of raccoon, a turtle in a bouncehouse took one dignified step toward his natural enemy.
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