jumped off a cliff
because it was there
didn’t need no parachute,
just wanted to kiss salty fucking water
with a splash and a wham bamola
sharks were gliding
beneath wet shadows
amplified by sun shiny thoughts
took a bite out of ones arse,
tasted okay but a bit raw
could of used some kind of special sauce
or seasoning or at the very least ….
a fried green tomato with avocado cheese
facing the wall head on,
i try and start up a conversation ….
realization kicks me in the ass
bricks trapped in cement
cannot react because they are trapped
in cement and are incapable
of any kind of movement
needs some exercise ….
rampant are his thoughts
for they are not locked in a cage,
such a damn outrage
or is that just an opinion
formed from polite manners
set with the proper placement
of knife, fork and spoon
have you ever just tore apart
a full slab of ribs, country fried chicken
or Chicago deep dish style pizza
with nothing but bare hands ….
or might that be too messy ?