raining words: December 2010

My head is buzzing with words, I am trying my best

to ignore

I woke up with a missing toe.

Good heavens where did I go.

Last night must have been one sleepwalkers’ dream.

Where is the common pleasant feeling you have

just before you go to sleep

Looking forward to another day

Filled with old women vying for music and chairs

Big nailed, no toothed

A tall glass of warm moo juice

And you sleep

When there are no interruptions you know

You will live

And if life is hard then know that hard is good

And if you are the RockandRolla

Then go

Be the real RockandRolla.

burnbabyburn

raining words