Incense

"a knucklehead's lament in early november"
~dedicated to naomi~
~powered by mellowing incense~~

purple flying bananas
in my toaster
what a great escape
sometimes we want to get along
sometimes we want to quarrel
don't you know that the rain is almost nigh?
its a tour de force
a taste sensation that's sweeping the nation
but all we know is the poor man has no room in his pockets
just a lacking of what he knows
and we all know...
that somewhere... somehow...
one tin soldier rides away
dia de los muertos
ponce de león
newton's apple
shelled pisachio in a bag
that's the meaning of life, Brian
but one day you have to die a little to live a lot

~~A poem by Guenther~~