i'd like a cuppa matte semi-gloss mocha java
mercy
an a joint
get stoned arcadia
an we'll envision in social tones
stoned
pity th feeble minded
an i agree
th duck an th goucho lady
got th corner on clarity
i stoned
sober
stoned sober!!!
for real!
so we're walking down th street
main street in th magic kingdom
an a brass band starts playin at th flagpole
by city hall
turn of th century style
no not th new wave
but when my granmas was borned
an so i see that they are taking down th flag
an i stand there
my hat off
thinking "taps"
and "honor"
and watch as th era dressed gents
fold th flag with exactitude
an true respect
an th band plays th anthem, 'merica th bootiuos,
an i stand there
watching in acute detail
th expressions of complete devotion an care these
gents hold for th ceremony
an th honorary vet of th day
an old airman from back in th day
carries th flag as they all march off
and then following them ss a group of students
much more diverse thn th old white men
like mixed race girls
an boys
from some school choir up north
or on a tour
in group
an th jimbolocorococo
in me spakes out
to these last in line
a whole group of them
nice an clear
"veterans for obama!"
"i'm a vietnam veteran for obama!"
an th place blurrs
an i walk on
as do they
but i see smiles an nods from th kids
anyhowl!
i'll be laughing from th park bench
th backside of a frieght cAr
in my dreams
what will be
plow thru th fear
seize th day
smoke a joint
take it easy
anyway
no complaints
just that
i ain't no saint
more like a fool
i test th edges
of enveloped
paradigmatic
reality
oooommmmmmmmm