Jumbling Thoughts

Unbelievable quick quiet roaming’s of old foot steps on withering planks

Round-about-ly unseen shadows plague the mind that never see’s light

We can’t continue to trek with stomping on these floors of alabaster!

Why? Simply and innocuously put....The ropes are tied far to tight!

Can’t move in any directions other than those of the twisted gale

We’re constantly swamped in mental idleness of prefacto glibness!

Hoorah! For nothing! The owl never gave us leave to hunt in his peck.

Aimless is what’s befallen those who can’t play the apple’s oranges..

Soaked to the naked bones of baffled righteousness do we act?

Undulation merely is but one unfathomed padded bed’s ovations...

So in all that we must retain to enact any functionality, is at all time

Pricelessly torn and put to the shredder to be reconstituted into mud!

Even graham crackers have more of a status to exist upon the jaded plains!

A turkey that had been basted with water simply didn’t want to leave,

So we did what any wanton civilization would, putting it to the axe?

Giving thanks for a some dumb birds inability to know salt from sugar?!

Can you not see where the end all result of this might flow inter-orgasmicaly?

For certain the curtains have been pulled down by gossamer cats with scales,

Forever weighing our own fractal cranial machinations that can’t exist in blue!

It was clearly put in the writings of Predicus the Great, that we shan’t be glued.

Flagrancy was cried! They tried to hide from the fires of the Port’s Messerschmidts

But alas, the green tomatoes from York simply didn’t arrive in a timely succinctness.

In the end of what might have become but a simple black spot, alone in it’s gravity,

Called instead for a much heavier branding upon our souls...they called it a “brain”

And then came the most outlandish part of the whole quirked dealings of grass clods!

They defined their glorious word that would answer all that must have been craved!

“BRAIN” They cried....means thus...

Buried

Ridiculed

Antiquated

Intelligence...?

NONE!

And to think that entire flocks of heathenistic rapid rabbits bought into it!

No wonder I’m having Jack stew every night...for the next two thousand years!

Where was my.... “B..” Oh..dang, I can’t say that word anymore!

It got me into to much trouble as it is! Sigh.....

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I went from one thought with this and then jumped track into others.. I felt like I was the Mad Hatter and Alice was doing crack somewhere with the damn Turkey basting in rabbit broth lol ;) This made me smile.. Your creative mind at work for sure..x

[Wolfwind]

LOL! Thanks! I think you tumbled through it exactly as one should! =)