I once knew some elves

They'd cleared a circle in the forest

And I found a felt hat

They weren't happy about that

They stole into our house while I was in California

And took the hat 

But I did get my basketball 

And that's all I really cared about

 Those days are done

Normal is anything but

Try to turn a knob

You'll need a 4 3/8 hat made of baryllium

A diet of laundered meat

And strychnine beef

Several caps to "pop in the ass"

A modicum of Hosteds Cherry Pies

And blacktop roads from here to there

 

 Green Vikings on another planet

A cask of mead and an axe

Was all Bjorn Bjornson needed

To decapitate the alien Wurm

"Fucking gross"

He said covered in green slimey alien blood

Across a broken Moon face

Don't expostulate

Like a worm

In the skull of a ram

Wait what?

The triads were simpatico 

Yeah don't fucking do that 

Are you hungry?

 Jesus wore sandals

And they got stuck on the gas pedal

And he ran over a family of four

He said Jeez

Oh wait that's me!

 Do you think there's a "God"?

If so what's his address?

I need to send him a letter.

 He wore faded jeans

Once he had dreamt of hand sewn patches

But those days are gone

Like a certain 63 Ford Fairlane

That we once sat in for hours

Parked behind a big rig 

At the edge of the suburbs

Tripping on purple acid

 Is pizza good for you?

I hope not

And we'll go into it later

 The Greed

In some cases it was okay but

Blah blah blah

 Look the Fuck out

Or you'll get run over

By a big ass ship

Fuckstick!

 The Fog Horns are Blowing

On a July night

It's clear out 

But those fog horns are loud

The Fog is in

The golden gate

Look Out!

 I thought of a new title-

Henry Miller in Big Sur with 

A Confederate General 

And Jack Kerouac

Jack thought women destroyed men

Henry loved them

Edward Weston lived in Big Sur

He made a beautiful photograph of a green pepper

Jack avoided Henry because Jack couldn't deal w reality

But he was there and he drank red wine and he drank too much

 I took my pills

I paid the rent

To the same address I've sent the money

Since 1992

I moved in in 1988

SSF CA 94080

"You don't pay enough!"

Haha I pay the rent 

 Sprogue 

Entwined Argus weather

He stood on a rock

Balanced difficutly 

The sky was a myriad

Triumph of days usual cantankerous meals

Like no one he appealed to 

The senses

His clothes

JC Penny's

Polyester

Caused the lightning to wince

He thought

If I had gone to Stanford

I would have made Molotov cocktails 

But probably too scared to do anything 

But hide them in the apartment bushes

 Across the Hazel mat ritual

We got up in the morning 

And had breakfast

Then

We went to work

"Do you have enough for the bus?"

"I was gonna..."

"Here."

 When Spinach was illegal

The Authorities knew best

They could not, would not, allow rampant

Spinach consumption 

They knew the old pop eyed sailor myth

Yeah "I yam what I yam!" I fucking get it

We won't play that game, Bruto!

Et tu Caesar salad?

 What are you talking?!

Spinach? W mushrooms? Brown rice!

With Butter?!

OMG!

 

 I had a thirty foot necktie

But I am a midget

Oh no wait

DWARF

AH fuvk it

Let's dress up as Hasidic Jews

We're closer to God!