Sunday, April 6, 2008

hickory-dickory-dock
i ate slices of toast for breakfast today
i ate lying in bed
while reading a Sam Shepard play
hickory-dickory-dock
there’s no mouse here and no clock
my cell phone beeps in a sms
while my computers screensaver
turns languidly behind its glass shield
hickery-didockery-dick
flickery-shnickery-shnick
this will rhyme with the word kick
and what’s did all those nursery rhymes
spilling their images into our minds
bicory-pickory-kock
i’m gona masturbate now
then go for a shower
then i’ll meditate
hickory-dickory-dock
my brain ran into shock
my chakra hit one
my star sign drank wine
hickory-dickory-dock tick
-tock
tick- tock
tick -
tock