Too Much Time

Staring at the floor w/ the starry roof above my head,
I hope the ceiling doesn't leak.

Thoughts on the weirder side of life
and love.

My chair is broken and I've nipped my leg
but I can't keep Ginsberg waiting in my arms
any longer, his pregnant words speak a symphony
to my boredom.

I want to be intelligent, it's all I ever
wanted.

I'm too lazy to be intelligent.
I'm even too lazy to pursue the intelligence
that i'm  too lazy to be intelligent.
Now this isn't 'love me love me i'm thick'
i'm just waiting for Blake to shine his light
on me and fix my malady of mind.

Old limping man's dog never stops,
up down up down up down behind my shutter gate.

Where have all the bushes gone?..
must of been a cutback, makes me feel fat.

Am I getting too fat?.. Am I just writing for
the sake of writing.

Who's Larry and why is he so happy?..