vintage cloetry

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Post Jimmy Buffett concert cloetry....

Current mood: indescribable

Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Ok as I promised, Some post Buffett Cloetry. All written bout 6am Sunday morning aboard my friend Ben's overly luxurious diesel like monster coach where I'm happy to say, I passed out.... Sorry, no where crazy this year..... I was very surprised when transcribing my scribblings from the pedals on 4 large flowered leis that, 1st - I couldn't find anything else, (Really??!) 2nd - I took the time to do it, WTF??! and last, WHY... in the hell do I do this??!!... So if you take the time to even start reading this let alone enjoy or get anything out of it?; then. uh.. hell, I don't know... Maybe you're just as twisted as I am and need some mental floss. However, I must say, this makes more since than most of the crap I come up with.... Maybe it was the lack of mixing my alcohol that in some way created mental regularity...

So anyway dare to enjoy....

"With a little love and luck we'll get by, Fruits, skirts and the little midget flirts, smirkin and Captain Kirkin on the far left pinky toe of Garth Brook's left tit. And I say, i say... on the last Tuesday in May. May the force be with you as you start the Crackn' mc no lackin but smakin the epmty bottle. Flee feetle smore a little. Plain Mary Jane's Last Dance as I make my Sunday morning waddle and Desdamona builds her rocketship. I DO NOT have a cousin in Miami, however... Fruitcakes, lakes, moats and little green goats have pigmee relatives near the eqator. Along thy shores of all mighty grand buzzes you shall find me. The tide is high, am I? The Dalai LLama no Lama is scared of seawall sediment that lie upon the open marshes of former President Garfield's Pencil Thin Mustache. Floating on amber waves of ocean bliss I kiss a hangover. Therefore it be said and always questions of the thoughts and the ongoing continuation of what we ask of life. Remember this - Rehab is just the very short escape from the grand realization of a very needed stiff drink A hostle Elmo, Kenny Rogers, Justin Timberlake all eat cake on the shelf of uncle tom's cabin. A shelf's strife is lingering about as a midmorning grass hoppper a snore .. Beachfaced and very the never disgraced by the gravity of how my flip flop is mislaced...."
cloetry 4/18.09
Also there were little pictures I tried to draw on the leis... I tried to take phots but they didn't turn out... Sorry....