Flow Coma

I thought today would be a great day
to cut myself loose into a stream of consciousness
like a man who aspired to occupy
the illustrious and esteemed position
of a barge captain (I still do)
because it really is one of the most
honorable things a man could aspire to do
since it is virtually impossible
to sink a barge
by fucking up at the wheel
and essential to shipping,
commerce, and the market,
though also absolutely
the least likely
by a fantastic margin
to lend itself to tales
spun of valor,

but instead I decided
to make something that held
as much spark and funk
in its title
as in its content.