On Perspective

I've got stones
falling out my ears.

Thick busty boulder balls
made of mountain and
musty as mold
smooth along the edges
from the journey out my ears.

Right now I'm holding my hands
up under my lobes to catch them
for fear they might drop
and then get dirty.

I'm standing in the mud.

Maybe I should get a pail
because I feel more coming and
stones born of brains must be lucky
so I shan't lose a one.

Oh here they're coming
it's like eating too much ice cream
or opening your eyes too quickly in the morning
and for the first five minutes of the day
all you're doing is groaning.

I got two stones now.
I think the others are stuck.
I got a glass jar for them,
but that idea might suck.

I love these stones
that came straight from my head
but I can't find the right spot for them
where they can be heralded and well read.

I feel lighter in my head though
and I feel like it might get ideas.
Go on a floating expedition and
See life free from his peers.

I think I'll put a scarf on
but I'm not sure that'll work.
I can feel it detaching; quickly!
I'm afraid my body's got some strange quirk.

Lasso! Chain! Strong cord! Spaghetti al dente!
Anything'll do!
I gotta keep my head on my neck!
For what's a guy to do
if alls he's got is a head
flying around outside this mad and crazy Zoo!

But I got these stones.
Maybe they will do.
Plop em on top
Walk around with two butt cheeks for a head.

I think that's what I'll do.
I really like these stones.
And then I can tell everyone plucky,
Well, these stones were born of my brain,
so they must be lucky.

Perfect. My head's gone a sailing and good riddance.
Two stones for a head'll be like white in christmas.

But it's funny. When I was waxing up my stones
for my girlfriend's next party
I found written across my forebottom
these words signed by some Marty:

What I thought was what I thought,
when instead I shoulda been thinking
about what I hadn't thought
and then
I'd truly be thinking.

--Marty

I don't get it at all.

~contributer