twilight zone blues

Imagine if people walked on their hands and ate with their toes.
Taking pictures while blinking
and there was no such thing as speciesism,
when all species were intertwined to form one.
We would be called fill in the blanks.
Playing cards with the queen and drinking tea with the jester.
Speaking in tongues that no one knows but you.
When all secrets are lies and all truth is forbidden.
Playing hide-and-seek in an empty white room
and yet you can never find the other person.
That's the problem with thinking in and out of tune with these other
fill in the blanks.
Never knowing when a legion would fall out of place
and get destroyed like the other two thousand some odd number do.
Refusing to wear socks and
addicts are people who paint their nails.
Where vocabulary is useless except
for in fish tanks
when we go diving for ice cream
made by starfish
and burning the flag is how we represent this world.
How we keep it in tune,
that is,
of course,
how i want it to be,
but then again,
I am an impressionist and i see through one eye,
forgetting the sounds of tomorrow and the future of yesterday,
keeping these access shoelaces out of my hair
and inside my stomach.
When Mickey Mouse ran for president of this world of which is unnamed.
And yet harmony is an explicit message
and anarchism is something never forgotten.