Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

orange crush my freeway mirror
arrow planes crash next to the dump
one lump or two, walk a mile for a
tiger in your bank, crank up the tunes
bombs exploding all around the holy
of holes, they give us amusements
to keep us satiated, not integrated
everyday another disaster on the horizon
nothing to look forward to, but doom
I shall take another mushroom
in the back room, and wait for the UFO
to make its scheduled visit, to our realm
I could meditate on Buddha, or take another shot
might as well take a long walk off a short poem

i took a long walk off a short verse,
and ended up, of course, in a worse
situation than i was before, boatless
nowhere near the shore without a
life jacket. Gimme a Buddhacrunch bar
from the candy shop far down the end
of the pier where the UFOs are landing
their damn drones using mirrored acid
flashbacks tacked onto their supposedly
non-existent area 51. OK, I'm done.
Gotta go home. Thx for the pome.