new poem...i think the next few will be new poems ackshewly

when i went to that town
there was a big man with flowers
and he was handing them out to everyone
and the flowers were smiles
and they sparkled like happy little suns
and everyone was children
and they were flowers as well
and everything was flowers being children
and children being flowers
and the big man had a kind face
and he was a woman as well
and she smiled big breastedly
roundly flowersmiling
and everything was happy flowerchildrenwomenmen
and the town didn’t exist
because it was better than that
and we laughed in the town
as we were happy

and this is more realer than poetry and
more fantastically false than love