its been a while…

ive gone and got real gone and met a one eyed ostrich trainer that wears roy orbison tshirts and bottle feeds an orangutan named Tripod in open pastures outside of kankakee while a guy with gold teeth named Mighty Tiny plays the saw in a old circus tent. the sound tastes like electric sugar and it all makes you feel soaking wet and wild eyed. i need a mouth full of gold teeth to tune in and old ears to hear. somebody put some new hay in the stable in my head. molly huey might help if she’ll stop sucking on the koolaid and leave the bum. hoist that rag. let it rain. do the metropolitan glide.