Saturday, January 14, 2006

I was in the zone, that space where the distance
between my mind and skull was growing ever wider,
where I didn’t necessarily see what my eyes pointed at:

Go Shopping

No way, the thought screamed out inside my skull
there going out of my skull to lumpen with boredom
whose crown of ice grows right out of the skull again
to grow flaccid, grow hard and lumpen once again
skull aches, that seem to encompass your entire skull

This is not what you want your skull to look like
a Realistic Plastic Skull Head Only $14.95
& made of realistic bone-like hard durable plastic skull
I love Mozart, but his skull is giving me a headache
all that soothing down the shoppers' palpitations a serene
uplift of wallet mysteries. What do your special friends friends
want to make the holidays special with their friends friends?
Life is the same everywhere and everyone has values
all the same inside the same numb skull

Now on xmas eve
the light in its mysterious white box flickered inside her skull
A few inches below his bare and subsequently domed skull
new free presents they recline like tissue-paper dreams
in cardboard skulls:

Dear Santa, I keep asking you for a pony, wtf?
While Father Xmas nursing in a bright hingeless top skull
replies with "Woe to you oh Earth and Sea
for the Devil sends the beast with wrath
because he knows the time etcetera
Frolicking I reign down on you
with totally leather armed devils
the light of Lucifer shining like icicles
and swift-cutting horsemen 666"
as an army of thundering ponies crack like harvest in the dust at his back
and two flame-spurting choppers with flames coming out come out