Visit a monkey in the tree of his life
He doesn't eat the fruit before it is ripe
When the sugar turns to alcohol
He shares his crop with one and all

The alcoholic tangerines are free
The alcoholic tangerines for you
The alcoholic tangerines for me

Saturday, July 4, 2015

I Dream of Jeff Nuttall



This dream is interesting because I am a woman
I am not usually a woman
Usually I am just an eyeball with feelings

I have come to realize that the people I meet in my dreams
Are myself I am trying to tell me something important

The crowded dance floor includes me
A middle aged woman lanky in a white party dress
My dancing partner is Jeff Nuttall with lamb chops 
And the aspect of the Cheshire cat.

The pearls are important because I can feel their authenticity
No one doubts her sense of touch
The weight of them as the band plays 
Caledonia Caledonia what makes her thick head so hard
A film of perspiration completes a tactile sensation
As the large important beautiful pearls glow cool
Under soft stage lights.

And Jeff Nuttall is leaning on me with all the weight of misogyny itself
Of course he’s quite intoxicated he whispers
But I can’t understand he leans in and slips
In his own piss falling on the dance floor pulling
And breaking my necklace spilling the pearls

Next I am on my knees struggling to collect them
And Jeff Nuttall is down there with me as I realize I have no
Place to put these pearls hot pocket he says pointing
Pink purse indicating my vagina
File them in the fleshy folder
Seal them behind the sweet lips

That are the doors of the temple

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