Note to Self #8
Photograph of two Eggo's toaster waffles with maple syrup. Afrikaans: Wafels met esdoringstroop. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
i remember that day now… pretty trippy… i had been off my psych meds for 3 months
Note to Self #8
love has no logic but the freedom of expression…
does a book have dreams of taking naps
in a quiet library?
or being adapted/adopted in a book store?
or is an easily suggestible digestive system
good for the solar system?
I love the smell of napalm
on your pancakes or maybe
some nuclear/unclear maple syrup…
but Big Al drew a stinky
and the cyanitrous wouldn’t feel good there
so Anna kindly gave me ten for nine
and rendered unto Ceasar Salad.
As a reconfigured veteran
of the psychic imagination game
i like to go where I can feel the love…
I do love zippers
on marshmallow pants
and sprinkling the bamboo jungle
in my friend’s gardens
cause it smiles back with rainbows!
agnewpickens 