..."We're Not John and Yoko"...good decisions and breakfast...

I'm not bragging, but we've got two cats, Bobby Dylan and Bumble.  We live in a junior one bedroom in Brooklyn Heights.  We make good decisions most of the time.  And, one of those good decisions concerns the placement of the cats' "shit box".  We keep it in the living room by the desk in the corner near the closet.  We like to give you useless information on occasion - like where we keep a shit box.  Nevertheless, I know we all agree that the placement was a good decision.  It allows the following:  We can do leisurely activities, such as, sit at that desk next to the shit box and write a "Daily Nugget" while inhaling the fumes of a delicious mixture of "Bumble Pie", "Bobby's Potent New Poem" and "Honeydew Melon".  It's up to you to decipher which is the burning candle.  Also, we like to keep our clothes in our closet, not our sexuality.  We may be enjoying our weekend off, with our clothes off.  We don't consider anything inappropriate here because we are adults "here", but don't have to pretend to be that over "there" - like "those" "people".  So, we let our work clothes have the weekend off too.  "They" chill in that closet next to the shit box, absorbing those three candles-a-burning that we discussed earlier...before I passed out while writing this here "nugget" next to the shit box.  This allows us to go into the next week of work, us and our clothes rested, and letting everyone at work experience those three candles too, the clothes wearing them.  I agree, we are so unselfish.  The placement of the shit box is also good because it's not in our bedroom.  But, it's close enough to our bedroom so we can wake up early on a weekend morning and ask ourselves, "Is that Bumble cooking bacon and eggs?".  And, on that note, we are going to sign off and go enjoy today's breakfast.  Enjoy yours.

...my new "Art"...

..."need a dump truck, baby, to unload my head"...

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...Pick up the carton of caffeine 

Before you've finished the previous sip

With constant movements

Its got you ripped

With stuttered ambitions and words

Each cheek shakes your hips

And you're in constant shift

What was meant to give you temporary lift

Provided you with a lack of grip

You read today's headlines

For today's daily tip

But it does not fit

For that shoe wasn't stitched for your soul

And within it

It leaves an empty pit...

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Nobody know

Nobody care

We all floating along

In our own rocking chair...

And, as they say

We play

And walk the cliche...

Now, we may

Often speak the same words

But have our own tone

While walking in the same direction

We each have uniqueness to which we roam...

And never before 

Did I see so clearly

The cliches of life

Staring back at me...

I feel more awake and alive past midnight

Than 'round supper time

I can't taste clearly

But that's how I see

When the sun comes up

And lights us a brand new day

And on we continue walking cliche...

And in the midst of all this there's a song

And in the midst of all that there's a war

All this while they do yoga in the park

Can someone else's words

Can someone else's death

Spark purposeful direction

Or shall we sit and wait for another hopeful election...

I don't know

I don't even know my own name

You're a lost soul

When somebody yells your name

And you yell back

Oh yeah, I once knew him

When on the next break to sin

Think back to then

And ask would he proceed

And do the opposite...

I need that cliche

Just to walk some way

I need that song

Just to carry on

I need that war

To convince myself

I have more than that guy to live for

I need my pet

Maybe more than you

Please don't get upset

For he'll never let me think otherwise...

Take out a pencil

If they still exist

And add question marks

To everything I've ever written

So nobody catches me in the act

Of not knowing...

Show me something, lord

I may start believing in god -

Just for its acoustics...

And, do you think if I told you

That your vision will come to fruition

This road along the way would be less hellish...

And, it's got me thinking

That you're the only one

That's got me considering

Erasing that punctuation...

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...Been straining on this train

Trying to get your attention

We haven't made eye contact

But my permanent state's called confusion

And it's convincing me there's a connection

My stop's at the next station

Doors open

The forever commotion

And in my mind nod to say

Have a nice life

Or at least start with a good day

We had a good ride

I hope the tide pulls us together again

But in reality you're just as good as an Internet friend

Please at least accept that ship

I've certainly sailed this one

And didn't move one foot

My mind's taken me places

I have no proof

'cept these lines

I have and will leave no other traces...

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