Be Creative

The outdoors is an icebox
where life clings in eternal crystals of heavenly huges
we dream of things that have no end
like circles and spirits and rainy days
spin around like a top, drip, drip, plop,plop
dance around, like you don't have a care in the world
dancing around so nothing can bring you down
town where we painted our red, white, & sad blues
which showed our emotions ever so clearly
with the bic of imagination
and a pen in your hand
drawing on the canvas, mindlessly, like slipping through sand
boom the cactus was yelling, pine trees screaming, " what the hell is that ," yelled the chipmunk
they are being cut down chirped the owl
as he urinated on a deer
he ate Brazil nuts like a chain smoker smokes butts
or like a pothead smokes resin
terrible terrible taste and smell
Ew, what is that?
It smells like plate of spinach made by a kid with a cookbook
sounds like lunchtime!