Searching for It High and Low
I just knew that the glasses of sparkling
waters that she had been engulfing, soaking
in had spanked her out of the slick of sobriety
onto another planet, one of high hilarity --
when she strode about like a stand-up
comedian and gushed: where's my pup?
my mind has decided to disappear
with my dear pup, it's my sphere!
when I weighed in on it with: real?
that means as we speak, it's official
that you're mindless, or rather irrational,
she denied with: no, no, I just feel very free,
I added: makes sense, you're sloshed or high!
but she went on: it must be on vacation on another
planet, the fact of the matter is I don't have another,
I'm looking for it everywhere, and if you bump into it, bind
it or tell it: dear mind, mind your business, she's solely sound,
why buzz away from her with her pup? why?, or except if you find
joy in jostling her into a mindless queen, that's mean and unsound!