a Nutty experience

I was a cashew rolled up in the carpet
I knew I was a nut but I couldn’t explain it
just that my left shoe was falling off
and my hair was in my eyes.
Ha! As if I couldn’t see my friends
they were peanuts, yeh
but I spent a lot on that jar.
It was engraved glass and tinted loose red.
That night in my sleeping bag living arena,
they say I got out my skillet and began roasting myself.
What else was I going to do with a million and two other things I couldn’t do.
Hum.
At least they didn’t add salt, because they also tell me,
I was good enough plain.

Everlasting Taste

I took my ribbon from the television
and I laid flat on the carpet
watched the ceiling be nothing,
then tied it to the sky.
I put on my rubber boots and took a seahorse from
the box of hopeful granola bars.
When I stepped on the scale
it tipped me an amount servers would be overjoyed with.

Shit.

Overload,like that time on the microwave
when I just wanted to heat my chocolate bar
and left it in it’s gold tinfoil
but blew up blue flames
and I ate soup chocolate anyways
because the shape of something
even our hearts
doesn’t make the taste of Love any different.

 

Soup Can Can Be Souper

I swing a love clinic from the rights of my fingers,
and dance along on the merry tune I whisper
Did you know
I can free a soup can from it’s first purpose
and dangle upside down with one to my ear.
I can run from skinny dogs after almost being held down
and hop on a shampoo commercial riding a motorbike.

I’ll tell you every now and then that this is the circus
and the movies
and the stage that we stand on
where we get parts and roles for;

but really we’re just being hilarious.
We’re the gut of the century!

Calm and cope and deal and soap
that’s the scoop, the scale, the scope!