Saturday, February 14, 2009

Buddha Between Nine Squared Listening To The Voice Of A Porkchop

I walked and I walked and I walked and I walked

I stopped to rest my feet

I sat down under an old oak tree

and there went fast asleep

I dreamt about sitting in a swim cafe hungry as a bear

My stomach sent a telegram to my throat:

There's a wreck on the road somewhere

I heard the voice of a porkchop say: Come on to me and rest...

[Jim Jackson]

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wattee said...

no buddha mentioned so far - and where is the fried chicken?

Thorndike Pickledish said...

wonderful art for the occasion of the speaking of the digital pork chop --a message in short bytes.