Somebody Delete This (1)

Every movie has a prison. Just like
every slough has a heart. In its weedy
rye innards are the calves whom slough
off their toil; they are frozen; we are here;
I am talking about a winter's marsh.

Oh look, potheads absconding with ideas
hiding them in trainplanes
cars with galactic signatures
sometimes i don't know if i'm funny or just
really funny. Erotic sinecures
aren't erotic anymore, and the word
is overused. The refreshing thing about being
off: you are going to blink on at some point
(first I said "turn" but opted out).

Eat nutmeg in small amounts, as with
turnip & parsley.