At Ross Lehman's House
I am sitting in front of a paper with little scrawlings from ancient societies that I cannot interpret. The pug next door has grown to an enormous size and it seems as though it may eat me. I'm afraid, I'm afraid of all the things that eat other things. I'm afraid of God. He's coming with a baseball bat and a copy of War and Peace and he's going to take my eyeballs out and give them to charity. Someday, I will sneak up on God while He is asleep and take away his testicles. And if'n you believe it, so it shall be. This mountain shall move like the toilet and the dove shall sleep with the partridge and sleep with the ox who is nailed to a nuclear device. Ah! Sweet Jesus! What have we done with ourselves?
I've pissed my pants and everyone is watching me. I'm on display at the art museum. Oh, there is no one to save me!
Then the doors opened wide, and the naked man stood astride a rocket, which, although Freudian, did not kill him.
And there was peace.
I've pissed my pants and everyone is watching me. I'm on display at the art museum. Oh, there is no one to save me!
Then the doors opened wide, and the naked man stood astride a rocket, which, although Freudian, did not kill him.
And there was peace.