by Anna Ruiz
chickens are sick
and getting more and more paranoid
once they’re on ‘enhancement steroids’.
what folks are eating and drinking
that creates those
feelings of cosmic sinking
and everything is stinking thinking
and larger peni
make Jack and Jill
fall over every hill
and dale when life
still comes full throttle
and no relief is
inside any bottle
the way of the loaded gun
really is not a whole lot of fun
leaves a lot of dead people lying all around
gnashing of teeth is much more than an ironical sound
there is no such thing as ‘friendly persuasion’,
uncertainty slips by, a ghost of a chance, so go
fill-up your gas tank and return to somewhere really really slow,
faster than the speed of light
go one step beyond, open that door of insight
party like there’s no last dance,
let no stone remain unturned in 1969
fly into sun before 2012 or is it 1984?
the sky is falling, darling.
Wink I think.