Mushroom cloud, BOOM, loud, shh—
Don’t think that way.
Brush it off like banana breath in the morning.

Here’s a hint, um,
sometimes I write
quick & rickety,
like, pretty random,
rambling on as long
as the rhythm stays strong.

Have the recipe for free:

1)Mix some dumb wit
with an abundance
of irrational substances
& you’ll come up with what it is
i.e.*cough, vomit, shiz, whizzer comet.

Yup.

2) Regurgitate half a cup
of sugary syrup.

3) Add a dash of half asleep—
until you can see tiny sheep
hop fences by the creek
in the dreams we
can’t keep.