i wonder how many miles i've fallen by this time?

I have fallen in lust with automatic writing. I feel like it was made for me and I for something on another planet. Here is a poem that I wrote while indulging.

Clusterfuck Politics

The more absurd my writing is
the more real it is in the world
of surrealism but my reality
is already surreal because I
never really feel like anything happened
and I would really prefer it if people stopped
trying to find meaning in it.
The lighting is usually all wrong
and the dialogue muffled.
I am constantly trying to ask the director
for another take, but he doesn’t answer
because he is a deaf mute with a knack
for spinning in circles to signal yes or no.
I can never keep up with the ticking of his hands
so I’ve stopped staring at his blinking lights.
Perhaps I should leave the critical analysis
to the professionals; the robots who run on
treadmills and caffeine. “Yes sir,
I would like for you to give me a chocolate covered
rabbit with a real dime awkwardly hidden
inside the left ear that you’ve bent in response
to the overcast weather on this lovely
Sunday brunch.”
He didn’t let me keep the dime, but I guess it’s okay
because I needed a quarter anyway
to get a piece of gum. Thinking of which,
I want something to chew on
but my words are terrified of my teeth
because they see the battle wounds of my
strawberry pink cheeks. I wonder
if the little men inside my head ever get tired
of the concussions that come from
banging my head against my steering wheel
while complaining about the horse drawn carriage
taking entirely too long to get out of first gear.
Don’t any of the taxi drivers from
the nineteenth century still exist?
They knew how to get a broad from point A
to needlepoint in no time at all.
I wonder if Woodstock is ever going
to have the same effect as the
Challenger’s demise. Oh no!
It looks like I’m offending the feminists again.
Last time it was over a sandwich that
just didn’t taste like I imagined.
I think I’m over thinking because I’ve been thinking
even though I decided I was over thinking.