art is born

i have been mixed up in words for the past week
i can't sleep and i vomit when i eat
i think i''m just going to eat salad from now on
maybe that would be healthful

i look at my wrist watch and i see time
or what we believe is time
lost in catacombs in the deep south
adding adventure to the line up

but there is no adventure here
i made 3 eggs and thats all i know what to think of my existence
three eggs, enough for growing up i guess
where did these eggs come from?

i etch a lance in the stone work
leave a marking so one day someone knows i existed on the moon
but it's a lie
we are all in a dome

we are all stuck in this realm, believing that we are living free lives but we're not
there's time to think about it and then the next flower blossoms and you sneeze again
i don't want to believe in that way, i want to live with my grand children
take care of business first, mygod, at my daughters wedding too
i'll make em an offer they cannot refuse

and thus
the art is born