“MAKING ARRANGEMENTS FOR MY DELIGHTFUL REPTILIAN VACATION!” a poem, written on the last day of July! for: AUG. 1 ’19
I’m “booking” a trip – to-a-stinky-ISLAND, where-salamanders roam!
I’ve had ENOUGH – of Life as-it-is; it’s a-terrible-old-poem!
Lucky-folk-die-so-why-can’t-I? and end “this tale of woe?”
No one loves me! No one needs me! Of-this, I surely KNOW!
“Why, oh why, hath-THOU forsaken-me?” Upon this cross I hang!
I never-signed-up – &-don’t-deserve – the-bite-of-Life’s-evil-fang!
I died and left – and went somewhere, to a place-where-no-one-goes!
I sat and stared, for-mil-lenia – and picked gunk from my nose!
And, as I sat, a-notice-arrived, that-I-should-expect-some-news,
A manuscript, a little bit: questions, but-mostly-clues!
A parcel arrived (and inside) was something THEY SAID I WROTE!
I read and read, alone and dead, every bloody note!
I had written this, before-I-came? that-ALL-I-WANTED WAS-THE-TRUTH?
About all life – and being a wife, like The Biblical Lady named Ruth!
And I noticed an e-mail in response, which said: “You’re part of ME!
And if you want The Truth, Dear One, the only-way it can be,
Is IF you agree to complete amnesia – and go into life quite blind,
So you can discover, no-matter-how-you’re treated, YOU’RE ALWAYS S’POSE TO BE KIND!”
But kindness-for-Ruth’s-“a double edged sword,” which makes you feel USED!
Let’s remember Jesus Christ! He loved – and-was a-bused!
But The-Point-is – that’s the way it goes, IF you wanna experience LIFE,
To its fullest . . . or its poorest – as-a husband or a-wife!
And the documents concluded, as I read, that I had a chance to learn,
All the stuff that was talked about! and-IF-I-DID, I’d-have-a-“good”-turn!
That-when-I-finally-“grew-up-a-bit,” some “fool” would arrive!
Some person who w[c]ould CHERISH ME – and even maybe “drive”
Across the seas – and come-to-my-side,
And love me FOREVER – on-“A Magic-Carpet Ride!”
AND – I would trust-him-NOT-MUCH, like-this-stinking life,
Even if he married me – and made me his wife!
AND I’d probably NEVER trust him, ’cause-he’d-be-a-horny-one,
And I’d think he was – of-me, just trying to make fun!
BUT – What a bunch o’ rubbish! These papers can’t be true!
AND, then, I thought, “Oh, GEE! Well – What the HOO!”
And I just-ATE! all the documents and went into a swoon,
Finding me back – in my little room!
AND a knock on the door was startling to me,
So, I opened, I did, quite an-gri-ly,
And-it was a kooky-grinning-fool, with this boyish glint!
And he said, I’m selling manuscripts, poems-and-belly-button-lint!
And I grabbed him by the arm – and I looked him in the eye,
And I said: “Are you for real?” and he said, with-a-little-sigh:
“No, I’m just a figment, of someone’s imagination,
And I-think-I-was-sent-to-torment-you, before you take vacation,
To THE LIZARD ISLAND(S), where I am King of ALL!
I-AM!-a reptilian bastard – making this House Call!
To see what you desire – as-a meal-plan-for-the-trip!”
“Man, you are SO CRAZY! but – you-ARE a little hip!”
Well, anyway, I made-it-to-Lizard-Island! It’s a-desert, out in Texas!
But, I gotta say, for all its faults, you-know right-here, the-sex-is
Almost worth “the dr(y)ive,” but I do dry-retch a lot,
BUT – I’ve-always-been-a-retcher, IN-THIS-[SICKENING]-WORLD IN-WHICH-I’M-CAUGHT!
fin 📷 ©️
