“Fresh Produce”

“Fresh Out of Produce”

One of my favorite dreams I’ve ever had was sitting in a movie theatre throwing oranges at the screen 

The theatre dark

Film rolling with that mechanical whir

Oh how that dream did stir

Oh how poets mournfully and joyfully simultaneously use the word “oh”

Oh oh it’s magic, you know? Could you believe it’s not sow?

Fields of Peers, Ploo men

Jimbo Joyceian

Ulicious

The brain astonishes with what is remembered in the folds tucked away just waiting for that moment to unfold 

Wood ewe bee leave itz knot sew?

Oh how we know the operation’s ivy, leagues of “uhl aye gnow S eye dohnt gnough nuffin”

Energy, take warning, she she she’s a bombshell 

Go to hell, Go2Hell, in hell, went to hell,,,and….back

In the middle of a life, just after separating from a wife, still have a family, just expanded after fracture still about to capture luf in Annette

For Trice and his Dominatrix?

Don’t question the man upstairs 

Or whatever simple gender bending simplifying people’s try out while they are are dying for defining 

Categorizing, taxman’s taxonomy classifying the unclassifiable

Spilling beans by any way, witch, or means

Averages

A well placed comma, opening, scenes 

Say it simple, paradise is not lost Mr. Milton

No need to be fancy displaying egotistical games for egotistical gains satisfying narcissistic longing of padres long gone no need for that attention child you are healed now

Say it plain 

You enjoy throwing oranges in darkened movie theatre screens

Reasons entangled north and azul

It’s just fun to play with the music of words  maggot mothership connection tears of Edward pouring out of brain heart and soul through fingers 

4 no thing is good, unless you pleigh wit IT

Care-O-ack mimicked once again

Streem uf konshushness seemingly a bunch of nonsense 

Throwing oranges at the screen

Throwing oranges at the screen 

Oranges being thrown at me!

Oh what a joy!

Ode, not to Dejoy, but Thee Master of This Post

Dejoy is gone now at any weight and or rate

A manic attack unwrapped 

A gift, the present 

Hoping for smiles or to inspire another who would spend their precious time on these words sounds and rhymes

Throwing oranges at the screen

Throwing bananas at the screen

R ent yah gladd?

Pray goon tuz, questions

Krestions, yellow stereos typing

We are all one, divided with all this multiplying 

Midlife crisis 

Newly sober

Always been crazy

The opinions of others

Lost my wife 

Cheetahs in the jungle 

But I’m also guilty of too many beautiful spots 

At very least 

I’m a funkle

Love my son 

Don’t take me or him away

Music is medication 

Art therapy 

People get scared 

When you talk about God

Our deepest prayers

Tied in a knot

Koans and free forms 

Sirens and The Greys

Cosmic elves

Healing Energy 

Singing and dancing 

Only red about em

All I saw was was orange geometric shapes 

After a night in blacked out white on white little piece of paper spell 

“Only users lose drugs” Count Basie Red Bank, NJ 6th grade graduation present in the first five rows on the audience stage left, performer stage right, with B-Core and Mom, my core 

Bonnaroo Doktuh Jahn apreeshee8

Other hemisphere 

Other lobe

Everyone’s fighting 

All over the globe 

Madcap laughing 

Cid berates

If there’s one thing I’m sure of

It’s this body needs more sleep

Stress on the coal

Painted black as night

Cracks wide open 

Remixed culture 

Revealing blud $ diamonds 

On bands of everlasting gold

Miss Fleicher said 

The symbolism there 

Is you can drop gold in acid 

It will never disappear 

Look I know I’m crazy, but so is everybody else 

Who’s better at hiding it?

Who’s not hurting himself?

Or others? Or his sisters, brothers 

One race

The human 

Let’s do this 

Let’s do this 

Throwing oranges at the screen in an attempt to end a rant 

Something something something sychophant

Tick, tock, goes the clock, not the app, another pleasure center for laughs and human connection about the absurdity and wonders of life 

Nobody wants to hear about anybody else’s dreams, rarely if ever, do they make sense to anybody but the author 

Plus, those messages were personal and for the user only 

Oversharing

Only the Lonely, Roy, Only the Lonely

Darkened stars crashing 

Darkened stars splashing 

Black and white 

Film 

Is why we throw oranges at the screen 

Pleasantville disturbed 

Will.I.am H. Macy on Kneel Brennan’s Blocks casting pod chopping it up 

(Oooooooooo-wah, an editor! Some Disciplein!)

His favorites he said, never gave a flying owl what any bodhi (don’t be presumptuous) ought to have thought 

Throwing oranges at the screen

Throwing oranges at the screen 

Loose cannon fired 

Loose cannon tired 

Time to wake up 

Stop listening 

Go with blank, go with blank 

Cannons fired, ships sank

Seven…eleven…oh! Dank heaven 

Medicinal marijuana legal eagles and eager beavers flying and gnawing at the wood

Stop throwing oranges 

The credits are over 

The lights are on

Get out of the recliner 

It’s time to go home 

After marveling at the post-credits, seen?

Yez datz write, Jah Rastafari

I & I, we will survive, in this world of competiton

To see his pain has, thus far, had been his greatest ambition 

But we will survive 

Touch of grey, okay

Naturally, I dread 

But for now 

After all that citrus and Vitamin C wasted 

Eyem

Fresh out of produce