Requiem For An Exposed Neuron, Or Energy Equals Mass Recited At the Speed of Lost Thought
written in memory of Jack Kerouac in a caffeine frenzy
...pipes /jugs /pipes /hallucinating te deum for blessed freaks and
smoking stale, dry cigarette tobacco (wrong thing) in a pipe to
honor, certainly not 'diss' an unknown friend/jug and pipes/friend
wearing the neighbor wife's panties, having carnal knowledge of
corroded gold bricks beside rain puddles under the
bridge/gold /bricks /panties /kyrie, kyrie eleison/communication
wrapped around his ears like yo-yo strings, and the sky isn't falling
in, just moving to the thirteenth floor/send a messenger with a quasi-
neo-biblical infomercial: God and the Devil are stuck in the same
elevator on the fourteenth floor /fifteen /sixteen /seventeen and a
half from slavery of the mind/kyrie, have mercy/and the jug is only
half full, or is it half empty?/have mercy/day of the dog, cat
digging for garbage in the dumpster behind the outhouse /kyrie/where
he took off her panties/have mercy/kyrie eleison, kyrie, kyrie, and
stuffed them in a pipe and began smoking dehydrated dreams that he
found bubble-gummed to a three-dollar bill floating in from the ocean
coughing it up on a beach of laundered clouds, and she asked for them
back, full of holes/have mercy/eleison/and the messenger said, "Look,
God, your zipper's stuck," and God said, "Where?" /jugs /day of
dogs/day of cats /seahorses /snails/day of coyote digging for the
jawbone of an ass under a tombstone that says, "Here lies a thought
that is dead,"/day of repeat after me/repeat after me/kyrie, eleison,
and, man! - that pipe really sounds good about now - just fill it
with the right thing before the Devil gets his grubby hands on the
sacred purse overflowing with condoms, and please, have respect for
The Place Of Places where The Queen Of Hole-Riddled
Panties will say, "Have mercy! - give me that pipe! - the jug's at
least half empty - or is it half full? - and the elevator is running
out of grease and maybe the Devil's stuck in God's zipper or perhaps
Yahweh is spelunking in Jezebaalzebubba's vagina - who knows? - just
give me that damn pipe!"/day of weed and have mercy on that rag doll -
because here lies a thought that is, well, quite dead, and I can't
think anymore /can't /can't /kyrie /jugs /pipes /goldbricks/and
please, please have mercy, because I can't think anymore/can't
anymore/anymore... anymore...
('kyrie eleison': Greek for 'Lord have mercy')
Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-Vonglashaus | Year Posted 2010
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