But I am not dumb

never compared butter with

margarine: they did taste the same (do they?)

my mind is spacious, spacious

spacious as your ardent mind;

thrilled with mud pies

and cherries

and Science of drastic pompoms

they are innumerable

tiny bitsy of queued ideas

and the line never moved:

they freeze and melt

under the Critical Brain Galaxy

Every space, filled with cars

and every cars

they fly by,

without changing oil

without vulcanization


I want those manly hands

foreplay my  mind.


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