Friday, June 20, 2008

Hammock time

Lazy God-given granted rights.
A plush afternoon with green birds and yellow brides-of-march singing
faded blue hammock,
the minutes pass slowly,with stops and starts down the back of my throat
a silvery taste swishes at the back of my medulla
the feeling of being out of place just enough to be walking beside my breathing card-board cut-out
smacked in the nose by the ping-pong-paddle of midday heat
i brushed aside the lily flies
tired of me
tired of my nasal-toned back-handedness.
what the fuck did that sentence mean?
anyways, I was at the zoo the other day, and we were near the lions den,
a lazy lion and the local lioness, when
the lion yawned (maybe) stood up, and proceed to impose himself upon his lady friend,
I smirked, amongst the grunts and 'yeahs' of my fellow primates who enjoy a show
it seems to be the only form of completion that we can have--all the people know it, seem to think they understand it, and applaud all they ken. Barbie is a nutbag.
well, on to another day of compromise.
I saw Mt. Rainier though. was amazing. I love the fact that even if I scale it someday, I won't know satisfaction, it's always going to be unreachable. some things us apes just can't grunt about.