STUFF     by me

Winds, blowing change into our faces --
	time which bubbles forth from the depths of the sea
collide as the dolphins mate and chatter over tea

The people lie and laugh - on top of
	but the cries are uncut by their knives -
		nothing to be done.

Nothing but credit cards and commercials
The raising of a lamb - a dog running by spitting in exultation
But hit the space bar, pause for a chartreuse disturbance.

	Fit it in, Pack it in, Rah, Rah, Rah

Colors devour the skin and claims it as its own --
	they see no point in buttoning it then.

fill garbage w/ garbage => where's the revelation?

Try not to paint the sunbeams - let them scurry
	through the clouds playing hide and seek --
		heavy, heavier, it sinks to the bottom.

Noone sees it go by and then waves - to Grace?
	Why not?  Because we can't.

Belief is not stated.

		stuff is around.  Sis boom bah!

Little difference - psychoanalyze - I must sleep.


(STUFF created under the influence of drugs - mainly that of Suisse Mocha
coffee- REAL good =stuff=.  Also under the influence of Earth Day &
efficient use of space.)
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