On the

There on the sidewalk. Sits my fried mind
I cant believe that I take these issues so hard to heart.
when I wake up all I do is begin to make
the start of the daytime start. Or start off the night time.
going to my little job. somewhere in the heart of the USA.
And "called the heart" cause it sits in the center upper right hand quadrant
if you view a map.
If you take a nap.
they call you a sap
and say your poetry is sucky.
sheesh
going to see the doctor, or the lawyer, or the Priest, Bill collector, and I find
there's my mind
frying on the sidewalk.

doodley do do do
bimility bam bam boo I know it somehow
somehow its true.
Bowe