August 17, 2001

  • Caught up in the cosmic stream


    Where children’s imaginations play


    And comic book characters dream


    And visions converge into curvatures


    To begin each day anew.


     


    Here Dorothy soars high over her rainbow


    And E.T. flies straight through the moon


    And the sun rises each day as an alien orb


    While the dish elopes with the spoon.


     


    And the baby cries cause the spoon’s gone


    And finds succor in sucking instead


    As mommy-genius devotes her entire life


    perfecting Mr. Potato’s head.


     


    And the Green Lantern meets up with Diogenes


    As he’s looking for one honest man.


    And Tinkerbell teases poor Capt. Hook


    by acting like a slut who is damned.


     


    And sailors wafting aimless on oddyseys


    Are taken captive by Sirens at sea.


    And Lost Worlds are adrift beyond remorse


    As they’re embraced by eternity.


     


    Here I lay my head down gently


    Upon a sacrificial stone in a ruin


    And see virgins led to deflowering beds


    For the Hero who will join the gods soon.


     


    And the raised sword lusters brightly in sunlight


    Just before the swift strike on that stone.


    And the virgins deflowered and laying in bed


    Have finally learned how to moan.


     


    And the little dog laughs to see such a sight!


     

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