as i watch that dog
jumping into the tree
to grab on to the branches
and leaves
i think "this is so non-liniar"
it actualy happened
on a full moon
and things were so loony
and i thought "this is so non-liniar"
i felt weightless
and out of breath
and i knew i wouldnt
know eloquence
even if i made love to her
and i muttered "this is so non-liniar"
so i chided myself
its all a joke
and what
are you doing here,now
and i guaffawed "this is so non-liniar"
i took a drag
knowing my lungs
were less than apreciative
the smoke swirled
from my nostrils
into the night air
and i coughed "this is so non-liniar"
as they say
in the storys and tales
i pinched myself
to make sure i was-
real
and i whispered
"this is so non-liniar"
non-liniar hum ho
non-liniar hum ho
breathe deep and live