On the Road to Eustice

my lips they crack, they
smothered in        off wine,
purple composite and fissures uncertain
find their way to my eyes, who in
nice mirror tell me of my beauty--
  flaxen hair on my head, and
 python crawling down my spine.

  float determined in a distant cosmos
  painted on eggshells,
    russet stars and blue shadow;
    intermittent light--
child on the switch, and I sail to
visit friends on planet Eustice:

(while Sophocles nabs himself some foolish sinners
who shine like gods, tattered rags; theater yuppies howl.)


And I play the accordian
on my borrowed ship-
milk carton, toilet roll rockets;
    exterior.


    inside:

plush carpet and fetid romance of cat
and peanut shell -
 carmine tune on the radio,
  the DJ spins into oblivion-
I smile;
  assured of the trees love for me.
  unfastened leaves settle before my feet
  and lightly do I tread
  for respect of the Mother.

milk and crumbs before I get there;
 this planetary shuffle has got
 me yearning, so I dunk
  my head in choc-chip pleasure
 and sink into some psychedelic fugue-- 

           purple haze screams 
                                    through dripping telephone:
          ARGH! DANGER,
          YOUR hair IS ON FIRE!
"my hair, oh NO!" I whine
through the intercom of stars, the moon
she winks at me-
  "yap" goes planet Eustice,
I land. My feet planted
in sane soil, my head trip back in
line.
my cracked lips give soft smile,
the window is open--

 I converse with Gods.
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my mind is my stereo.