Chicago is My Pet Sloth Fantasy POEM and PHOTO

pet sloth on fire

day 7

journal entry

my pet sloth and i have taken to napping and eating

i can't say ive done much else since the exciting day when I bought him off the colombian street photo man

day 8

im bored of the sloth

day 65

recipes for sloth soup

and then it was so suddenly over

summer had turned to rain and fall colors

pumpkins and children would soon need to be feed

deja vu she said as the neurons misfired

over and over again my iron red tears fell

one by one shouting out 

ten ways to fix crazy

CHICAGO my favorite city

ten ways to fix crazy

there are ten commandments to fixing 

the first is done by careful drug mixing

2nd by love and therapy

3rd can be done by only me

4th is cure by cancer

5th i shall not name

6th is a merry go round 

7th a stupid game

8th is cure by reading

9th is done by leaving

and the tenth and final way is by deceiving

laugh and live

forgive

wear a wig

be a pig

never eat like one till u look like one

unless living jelly looks like fun

but thats the end of santity 

when theres no room left for vanity

the cockatrice looks twice as nice over rice and spice

forgive us

elusive breakfast

ahh to find breakfast in the morning

none waiting on the table

only a buzy and clattering reataurant out of a bad movie

food arrives ]

delicious i tell myself

its a lie

its not that good

and beleive me

its a pretty penny

i had a 12 dollar breakfast crossant that sucked

and a thumbalina cupo coco

part 3

she looks down on her finger and sees a ring

brilliant and digital

its no ordinary ring -she remembers

this a one of  a kind priceless digital painting !

which when in the vicinity of the image wall

the painting appears .....

ten times better than tattoos!

just wait until I show the new jewel at parties

I am equally amused to see what my friends are wearing as well

these digital ring chippers are out of control with their wearable treasure

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art so beautiful 

speaking to me

standing as a proud son of the arts

each artist speaking to me

my time travling mind taking be back through every brushstrokes breath

i read the life of the artist i become when i too stare at the wall they forever changed into a window

my appreciation is to them alone

for their rebelion and passion and insanity

I fly as i observe

my only kin is they

we are one as the sea

for I see how they dreamt

and they painted for me

taught me

so i could make more, standing on the shoulers of them all

  even 2 see past the stars

when I am gone we will be the same

yet now-  I am their child

their lover and mother

i can feed them again to the masses they lived for

the masses they could have never imagined would grow in to billions

they are alive in me

i am thus possessd and proud

i want to die to meet them and live together inside a thing of our conjouring

but i will live to love

and although its beleived impossible

create a new glove

one brighter than jacksons

and with more fingers than the squid

faster than billy the kid

I remind myself not to kill off those senslessmasses of blind souls

blind ambition and paychecks

i despise such folk

making life into a joke

i feel them breathing down my neck

trusting my eyes to see their magnifighting sense

sinisterly yours-

the king of art

i thought life would be simple 

now ive popped my only pimple

and im like an albatross

rocking to diana ross

poems of the dead not yet read

odd fellow you should know by now you dont fit in

why try to beat the sun into the plow

don't drift to far away from where u are inside

never to return 

just along for the ride

odd fellow you belong to me

dark stranger of my dreams and stormy seas

find me on the beach

lightening strikes again

oddfellow my fine friend -its now the end

please whisper sweet praise

at his tomb i see the tears go drying

pilgrim woman dont dismay

the line subsides and you can pray

poor woman let it be as mary said

shake forth the beatle from your hair

whisper once more

whisper again

your prayer

your song

your plea for him

great narwal, mysterious pearl unicorn of the seas,

where do you wander, deep below the ice

the last of the mystic animals to defy the grasp of man's great mind

transformed from a land creature like a horse

a unicorn driven to the sea 

to escape the dominance of land

what else has escaped from prey to become king?

oh great forest , full of life and spirit, providing all with air and kernal

dark lance and windblown corn

long ears and stained lips

speckled feather clouds

crown of tears

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writings inspired from Chicago in the Fall