Cha Cha Milk and a bag of revolvers

After composing and sealing in an envelope the manifesto of the red elephant I sat down to a meal of mouse.

All these thing beyond the Equator

I am at this time confronted with an immeasurable cycle.

FRIG and such.

Stand next to yourself like an ant stands next to a tree.

Not dissimilar from the construction of mathematical butterfly honey in the eyes of those close to the equation = read think

What does the Poem Mean?
Structural integrity,
Thinking is not necessarily a full and comprehensive dialogue with the conscious
It is not always "upfront", but can be down river and dream
Down river and dream, where if you have read something it does not immediately flush into the open, but stays crouched some place.
If you look at a can of paint in any other way you are short sighting yourself.

Full bag of chickens
also some lemons
and a ten-pound bag of rope
and a small tank (miniature) full of soap
and some butter for the doorway
which is half smashed by the giant lady
from the seven posters on the wall of your nighttime farming job
That’s right
posters outside while you pick the meat from the purple berry tree
a large lady is staring out at you from the posters gently held up -suspended by a toothless cat who wears yellow boots and smokes loose ears of corn floating around
and there I am hardly able to pucker a word from the trembling cold lip on my mouth
I have never been a happy farm animal
but this has taken itself to the extreme
a dream where I cannot think anymore
when I wake up in the morning they surgically have implanted the night sky on my brow
and the stars tell time to the wonder bread
Gross re store guilt
That circled like an ambulance picked up by a bird ten feet tall in the tuna fish can
Or the powder that everybody has never seen
but in a dream
and oh my God it is not fresh anymore
but snaps around like a rat with a cherry in its mouth

I am not concerned with the meteor shower over the milk cans
I am not concerned with the meticulous nature of rubber band manufacture
I am not concerned with the beginning of the auction at the flycatchers yellow house
But I do know that a mushroom has been foaming at is little mouth
and out comes blood
thick and like red milk
Like pie in a boiler room made out of tin rabbits and wooden bird feathers