Rescued from the raging stream
I lie panting upon the shore.
I have struggled this far
But I have lost my animal.
I would have had it other ways.
The Disaster Epic is upon us-
Lock up your Horse, and lock your cats away,
He eats so much! So much!
The Apostrophic Apocalypse is upon us,
Mind you well-
Me no Master, no Matter, no Mind.
The gash in the wall gapes sweetly
Smelling of blood and fresh red roses.
“I’m alone in a boat”, cried the stream.
From where I lay, I could only see the boat
Swirling blackly on its inky grave.
Hands of mud clasped the sentry’s ankles and knees.
His freshly drawn sword gleamed brightly
Like a washed bone in the moonlight
And his ghastly shriek in the face of the blood-red sun
Was never heard.
Alone now…
I weakly raised my head.
I make no noise and switch on the light.
I get an epilectric shock.
By my ears! A mottled snake coils itself abobve my head.
A tinted glow of purplex and green scales –
Too beautiful a skin for such black poisons.
Two tracks of torn flesh on my hand
Well up with blood and dripping poisons.
(A film of red obliterates the tall palm trees;)
With my fist buried in my eyes, I stagger blindly, blindly
And I am in the city, with the finx on the railways,
The freax under the highways, and the muggers in the subways.
Glass and concrete, be my friends, my protectress.
Hold my hand.