lil puer aeternus
i rode my bicycle harp into a green grove of guitars and languishing lizards. i found floating blunders and interruption-confusion talismans in the pool of water near the rocks covered in moss. my head hung low, my lips in a frown -- i'm scurrying here and there in a grocery store. I GET SO ANNOYED AND EXASPERATED.
my drawings have resurfaced from a dallas greyhound warehouse.
the lizard-humanoid dandelion-frog sat on my hat!
"tis thyme for your awakening, YOUNG DUNE BUGGY" spoke the numinous voice from the heat vent. the awakening is a blundering interruption-confusion talisman for which i am holding and sighing in the midst of a concrete desert with the occasional sewer stream carrying along a beer can hermit-crab & TO WHICH I CRY TO THEE, OH MY MAJESTIES, DO NOT FORGET THE MAGIC OF THE FISHER KING ( and how the toad leaped out of his wound, and into my pocket, and how i am referred to in dreams as HE WHO HAS HEAVY POCKETS ) .
He Who Has Heavy Pockets, wherefore art thou? IN WHAT SEWER STREAM DOST THOU DWELL AND FLOAT AMONG THE REEDS AND CLOVEN HOOF ?
art thou a BEAST? or a mother's child? a lover's whim? or a sturdy oak of friend ? what evil curse grapples thou heart? why this crown of thorns? what place is this -- the magic of the wound theatre ?
and i shall retreat, into puddle glooms & swamps of yore -- behind the reeds and cloven hoof shore, to a place i most loathe, and call my home, CUZ I'M JUST TEENAGE DIRTBAG, BABY.