Madrigal, trained in puffer fish preparation,
a maiden of the
echolation that we performed
one saturday night in the backroom
at Wickey's
she tried to kill her boss
but had to be content with
just driving over his foot
she told the police her pantleg
got caught on the pedal
they believed her
and the insurance company paid
I had to go back to Santa Barbara
but my heart wasn't in it
I spent my time eating greasy fries
reading Larry McMurtry books
and smoking really bad weed that I got
from a guy in A dorm.

who smiles brightly

the sound
the sound

where is the waking forest?

into the deep
dark shadows
of Pine

who shakes the tree
and reads the novel

whose life is like a long drawn out
series of episodes
in different bodies

how could you have not seen
the wizard of Oz?

"I grew up in India"