The anarchy of the body

[MrGuilty]

Throw my brain in a hurricane
give my knees to the needy john prine
10/24
Looking at the world through a sphincter
seems to me my ass hole is running the show for me.
my delusions of grandeur
balance and bounce

10/25
the battle of the bagel
six am the day still perfect
stretching out before me

[MrGuilty]

mankind the story tellers
the sense makers
bemused by language


another day
still perfect
to seize

cock crows
sun rises
I type

Camus moos
happy absurdly so
to be alive

[the mingo]

[stilltrucking]

Thank you, I loved that poem you wrote that got me thinking about the anarchy of the soul.

Camus don't need no stinking happiness
only to be aware
and happiness follows
or so it seems for me


poets leave gems in my path
I read them like a greedy child
following that path

by still waters
poets set a table before me
in the presence of my friends
my mind runneth over
surely goodness and mercy
will follow