When your stomach gurgles
You know you have eaten…
…an angry chicken…
…dead and frozen
It wanted to be served on a pizza
And not in that garlic…beaten
When your elbow itches
You remember the eve you got those scraches
Lit the candles
Burn all the matches..
Pray mend your bandages..
When you gather your inner self to write something
And you realize nothing ever makes sense
You sit by the beach…chillin’
And let your words spread…past the foreign waters.