Free Write

Postule nodes
And made-up words all jumbled inside
Hirly Tirly
Me-oh-my
And reckless abandonment
But not really
Really?
A million miles a minute but still stuck in that same hopeless spot
as a second ago not really knowing where I'm going
And not knowing where I've been
But knowing I'm going nowhere

Hirly Tirly
Me-oh-my

The same caddywumpkins and the same hickerdoodles
The same bullshit on this different day
And I'm swirling like ice cream and grape juice
In a stainless steel blender
Disgusting but probably tasty
That same sweet taste as yesterday but gone tomorrow

Hirly Tirly
Me-oh-my

Lopsided crunchymunch
Teleopop kisses
In a psychostatic wonderland of rorschach tests
Ink blots and bitches
A vagina in every stain
Really?

Me-oh-my

Because hirly and tirly are so yesterday
Bebopping to the jazz of a hundred plus years of mind-numbing bumping
That low-frequency thumping
I don't know what's coming

Oh yeah

Here we go on that epileptic journey of one thousands shakes
And no memory to show for it
All chumfuzzery with a bacon-filled dream and
Two lazy eclairs filled with someone else's priorities
But fimdiddlyful of tastiness nonetheless

Because that's what makes the million miles a minute roll like sushi on Sunday
And the rice sticky to the touch
And that feeling you get after masticating
It's dirty

Me-oh-motherfucking-tirly-my

Kaleidoscope minds are working full-time
But moving at a snail's pace in this hell hole
That hope is still there but can you blame me for not trying?
Cumdilliasms and minor twitchfissures
OMG and WTF?!
Time to harness those beasts inside
Or should they be let loose?
Out onto the sea of light green metaphors and purple waves of
I don't know... hickory? Chutney?

Hirly Tirly
Me-oh-my

Just another fucking day in a blender
Blending but without the ingredients that make
For a great milkshake
And I don't know what I'm saying anymore
It's all just saccharin sweet and cancer-causing
But it's okay because the phizzlean peacock and
the motionless monsters watch

It's all about the sacred cow
You know?
And the blue Hawaiian punch but without the
Azure tint and the electrifying taste
It's bland
But the Kool-Aid man always says "Oh Yeah!"

Me-Twiddlee-Dee

Exhausted