I love riding my ostrich around town
All throughout the great meadows of Peccadillo
Bouncing from the cherry rose flowers to the stack
Of grain gathered by the shiny black ants

Their mandibles left little marks in the particles
Of dwelling plutonic neutrons loitering amongst
The bearing sea wall birthed by the frozen moon

As the dawning sensation of night blacks out the white that fills my mind
The darkening skies welcome my smile pointing towards the sea

Kindles of mindless thoughts of mindful fisk actions
Fill the balloon tied down to the cold spoiled soil by entwined warmth

The permeable doors are the windows to untouchable truth
With generations of time we find the sign of our mind
Laying next to the bolted down sheet metal forming mundane
Compressed spiral sparks of creativity