I built a chair today in my workshop
I made it out of milk skin and aggression
God was my co-pilot but then the plane crashed
I wrestled with tangled earbuds
I woke up at 2 a.m. and ate English muffins with butter and honey
It’s hot outside but I’m cold
I like to play but I’m old
I want to be like everyone else but then again, I really can’t stand most of humanity. Humanity? Insanity in a skin wrap. Like a spring roll from a Chinese food joint. I need some Jade Wok and their orange chicken with a side of fried rice and an orange soda.
This is just an exercise in scrambled egg brains. I’m just tossing thoughts out there. Senseless, whimsical, ancient thoughts like from the time I sat atop the Sphinx and ate a bagel and watched the dip of the Egyptian sun. Then I turned to look at the great pyramidal power station. It’s so much more than a pile of rocks, Indiana Jones.
I wish I would have done so much more. I wanted to get a worthless English degree. I wanted to be a geologist. I wanted to be an architect. There was even a time I thought I wanted to be a priest. Whew! Dodged a bullet there.
I was once going to be an airman, a drag racer, a mountain climber, a boxer, a cartoonist, a photographer, a psychiatrist, a chef, a monk…
And now I’m this. A man who pecks at illuminated letters on a keyboard in concert with the thoughts in my maniac head.
Yes, I’m a sane maniac.
But at least I’m not maniacal about serving up the world’s best fried chicken.