Up and Out I Go

Those sad mouths are of like tin
gray meat and dice in a glass of soda
has narcolepsy but is even-handed.
If all the earth's inhabitants
blinked at the very same time there would
be a moment that you could do whatever
you wanted. And you would do it. I know you would
because you love doing it. And you
would not make me like you less and less.
In the shitty toss of mood and memory
what is the method of original method?
I'm salvaging my mysterious ideas with these salad days.
There is a medicine in the radio and I took it.
So, sat still--so, up and out I go.