On My Rear

Here I sit on my rear, listening to circles be drawn on the air
while all the while I dream of days not yet here and thoughts best not thought
For I'll bore you not with my thoughts of thoughts thought unthoughtingly
but for more of thoughts that think they're the simple thoughts
for you see my book I think I have three at least but all are incomplete
yet I mind not, for I have thoughts that dream sweet ideas that act upon unknowingly
so one thought, three books and a million different ideas trembling in my head
please I beg you to tell me once I've begun rambling
for my roads not set now are made of dust and sand and as I whisper genital words
it wears away under foot and so I wish to hold my quiet tongue so I still have words to think with before falling back down on my rear.
Drums, hear them now beating violently through the night
as wolves sing their healing songs
and I must confide, that spirits fly
and all the time, I'm sitting here
on my rear listening to time run by
sitting here smelling the sweets
the air so honey fickle
while eternity cries
and all the time
I still sit here on my rear
waiting for the sun to rise
as the clouds go by.