Wednesday, December 19, 2007

New Fruit

My head is not a square shape.
It is more like the shape of a
disfigured egg. Or, a sort of
gourd. Were my head square
I imagine that I could
have thoughts that
were more cornered. As it is,
all my thoughts get swirled as do
ice cream flavors when melting
in the same bowl. This tastes
just fine, but is hell on the military
which is trying to order rows,
take over small countries, and
maintain a substantial influence in
larger, middle-sized places.
I am trying to digest
this situation but my geometry is phony.
I am not even able to distinguish
between the nuanced shapes. My head
is a phony-type of brain apple.