"Sun
Spots"
I
fall into a deep sleep underneath a tree with a slight breeze blowing from
above.
I
think the man in the moon is whistling musical melodies while smoking
marijuana.
Dreaming
I'm in outer space floating upside down while stoned, I'm reaching a new high.
When
I woke up, back down on earth the sun breaks out in a heroin withdrawal's
sweat.
I
ride on the ocean waves with a white horse in the salty water along the tan's
sandy shore-line.
The
hot sun lights my cigarettes when I smoked while tree and sea breezes cool me
on the shady grasses.
My
flashlight directs the satellite's in outer space as my TV. remote controls the
traffic.
Thunder
and lightning, snow, rain, tornadoes, and hurricanes, even the sun's rays.
They
control humans and all animals.
But
they have no control over insects that have built in E.S.P. or antennae.
Speaking
of remote and flashlight, they reign over Rap N' Soul, Pretzley's Bazooka's
Teeny Bopper's Bezerkeley's Bubble Gum Rap Music.
Uranus
and its gravitational pull over the rest of the planets and even sound and
light.
Well
it's back to another sleep for me.
By Jonathan Billet 12/12/12
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