Steamy flesh of the sultry tears where the emotions breathe swiftly
Mind controllers have white words on a black background
Suits and ties feel dead inside to live lives vicariously through poets
Horses in the city stampede over Lebanese Falafel stands
Tsunami pours over the Hitachi building while yuppies are on their lunchbreak
Muscles and sweat look more aggressive if a bloody fist breaks someone’s nose
Bogie hit a birdie on the third hole
Souls in the hole take control while smoking fat bowls
Shadows of his curly mustache are seen through the window
Many people’s clothes do not match when they think they look fine
He would love to die in an avalanche while snowboarding and playing guitar
She wanted to tie me up with her scarves and lick ice cream off my unit
La hermana spoke with a sexy accent since she was from Argentina
The roaches of fire burn and crawl over the flesh of senior citizens who are pro-lifers
Lawyers make the money off the victims who need it most
Soak the memories in a sponge and squeeze the excess water out
People without legs will walk over you in your dreams
Splitting the sky with the revelations of mankind produce the future while killing it
Simultaneously
If trees could talk they would make humans feel sinfully guilty
Lipids in her cheek made her look like a chipmunk
Racism would kill us all if the world was black and white
Koala bears tumble down grassy hills and roll into the lake when humans turn away
Many people would rather live their lives in a fictional world
This glass world is infinitely shattering at a sluggish speed
Bridges of words are the only poetic connections for some who read Sartre
He looked directly up at the sun as he walked alone in the vast desert
Policemen would not have jobs if it were not for criminals
A bald man should not wear a toupee
As our lives spin in circles of absurdity, we still have nonsense to fall back on
--Todd E. Jones
November 17, 1997