Today in my plum-colored Izod
and walnut velvet climbing pants,
I am driving through Lexington~
Braindead in my Beemer X3.
I see a saga of flames, I see
a weird fucked up golem of rainbow-colored
popcorn. With 10 yr old Eagle Rare Bourbon,
one falls in love w/ Claudette Colbert
and what's him name with the big ears,
The newspaper maybe',',',',',',',',',
but most of all silk.
Silk is made by worms.
It comes from their butts.
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Clark Gable...I know the one you're thinking of, the one where the silk comes out of their butts.
ReplyDeleteYep!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem.
ReplyDeleteThank God!
ReplyDeleteI feel like a wayward jellybean..