i am fine thank you

[sweetwater]

you're not supposed to be drunk in the afternoon !
but it sounds like a good idea !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
for writing emails !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...
enjoy the afternoon and evening
...


going to enjoy a coffee
and come back and leave you a note
...


tell you all about my travels to the coffee shop
a couple blocks away and back
...

i am sitting and typing words to you
as i gather my thoughts and leather shoes
wondering how drunk you are this afternoon


hiccups and hysterical hamburgers
holding handkerchiefs and heavy handed
hankering of homilies and horseradish

hey hey

...

i am about to move my ass through
the alice in wonderland and wonderbread
hole of time


through epochs and rainstorms and furious farting
escapades and elegant ellipsisms in the contrast
of healing my similes and smiles

in the proverbial protest of pestering pink pillows
and dreams

much like kneaded and knitting in the knotting knickers
of kelp

the seaweed of silent solipsisms and silly sinking soft
sallowed searching

for you my soul in search of modernity
modern man in light of delirious and delicate
phrasings of the moon

it is a full expressed short story and parable about the rounded edges
of cyclical captioning of curious cranberries
they do have smoothies at starbucks

i wish i were more in tune with the apples of social darlings
delving deep in the unknown and chartered bank system
for the bell and chime curve of profiteering through
a mail order business ... a
coupon model of modelling behaviour


it doesn't rhyme and that's not the point
though it does seem to feel like i have arthritis in my joints
not that in the ease of pain excitement and oint of massaging
you with words

this might be a genetically inclined stylization of the absurd
or even a modified research to annoy my own vocabulary

a style and form in the contours of forgetting
not like anyone can remember recent riles of ruse and rancorous
ramblings

weather i am influenced by studioeight and constantine's
incessant referral to the stunning surreptitious soliloquies of soaring
literature

moving to unknown places and surroundings in the word travel
and how it rearranges good old dadio and creative soul
into doris lessings' more malcontent retreats of saw and neologisms
phrenetically panting in the pandemonium of chromium

or calling out in the sleep of ... dot dot dot
references and bibliography is included