the evil cow fixed it’s burning eye of hatred upon the bane of it’s existance… the black raven whose only goal in life was to raise a ruckus.

jimmy reads the poetry rubs his wandering eyes which settle on a remote object in the not to distant future far off place where we find ourselves twiddling out hums in anticipation of the newly released piece of sound as it hits my ear in a swarm of bees.

mercy mylanta to sooth the stomach as it wrenches itself a certain death from the acidic food that you have devored like a lion seeking it’s prey as it stalks through the jungle of snarled traffic jams and exhaust plumes which rise like angels toward the heavenly bodies which float carefully in space and time…

floating free the walrus sat idly upon the tip of an ice cube soaked in vinegar while rusting vigorously over the frizzy chunks of tasteless death or life or however you see it needs to be or not to be that is the question of the preponderance of the evidence that demands a verdict while…