THE THING


A terrible head it was which made me dreamy

full of chump particles

like Wil-e-Coyote leaning out over the chesty silhouette of the mountains

like Superman dreaming in reverse of Walt Whitman's lines wound up on a cartoon fugue--

the great American saga of losing my head in speech bubbles

I heard sheets of paper rearranging magnetic fields

Dear Ed,

I'm high on the food chain,

The Hulk

glass backwards scratched into the inlaid diamond observatory of night

the Pharmacy of God is just around the corner. . .

Then I pushed another silver tear drop sled

We had to build another dream

& read "The Heart Ruin's The Guidebook"

wearing my nakedness like Judy Garland on 2nd Avenue.

Time moves up in this town,

Winter wants a theme.