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Away
Blimpy
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Dark Matter Thoughts
Head Turns
My Beautiful Cup Cake
Pink Floyd
Unreachable
We Are All Equal Now
Away
My home life,
my television,
my computer,
my unthinking pattern of living,
my unquestioning routine of chores,
my well worn path,
by its negation
becomes so much more apparent
when I go away.
Out on the road,
busking and traveling,
working the streets,
sleeping in my car.
It is the book that I read,
that I take away with me,
that I would not usually read at home
because I would be distracted.
A space in time
where I find time to think
and fish for new thoughts.
It is the unknown,
Blimpy
Everything was delectable.
Our faces were made to eat.
The ground was sugar icing.
The sky was strawberry jam.
We traveled far and wide.
Across the deep fat ocean.
From spicy cinnamon deserts.
To chocolate saucy swamps.
This world was made to ingest.
So we scoffed and swallowed away.
Until we both became fat dough nuts.
Too blimpy and round.
This sweet and tasty planet.
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The banter
between the applied and the pure.
That Koch triangle:
You asked, "Can you do that with any
polygon?"
and the tutor just rolled her eyes.
That Open University summer school:
You asked, "Why don't people be more
original?"
I suggested, "If you don't follow the crowd
Head
Turns
Her
icy
thoughts
hang,
as
a
pendulum
of
indecision:
Cold
crystal
jewelry
dangles.
my delicatessen,
sitting on her doily
the icing on the cake.
But now she's a Fat rascal
make no mistake
with Fondant Fancy friends
I just had to take.
To have your cake and eat it
for lucks sake,
I took the cherry,
I made the break.
Beating in the eggs
we made the mix,
enough ingredients
we had six.
Pink Floyd
The leading lights in progressive rock
Pink Floyd have left the stage:
They started up in 1965
and ended it all in 2014.
They were a bunch of architects.
If that is the right collective noun?
Their first singer and songwriter
Syd Barrett struggled with mental health,
from too many drugs that damaged his
brain
Unreachable
Dreams come to me at night
but in the daylight
I examine myself
to a meticulous degree
and the piercing of my sight
has destroyed the human in me.
The window of opportunity
still shines its sunshine rays
into my house of dreams,