Strange days.
Early Christmas.
Double shifting,
the psychotic’s analog.
Hither lies the breeding ground
for strange
and voluminous
mitochondria seed beds.
Grow my pretties.
Spread and disseminate.
Pumping out words
like sludge backflow.
Industrial runoff.
The real bad kind.
Two headed fish
and birth defects.
Toxic Earth words.
“Simmer down, shorty,
you’re giving yourself too much credit!”
Just enjoy the day,
it’s Christmas in November.
Love
and be loved
and keep on pumping out the words
until the world says “Stop!”
Then keep going.
- HG
