Wednesday, June 10, 2009

.A Dream Of Pillows and Cream and Evil Things.

One. Two. Three
Lemurs hang ring-tailed from a tree
The whites of their eyes
Turning blood shot red
As the hunter turns and scratches his head.

Ladies twist and float by in skirts
And talk about their husbands
And their husband's net worth.
Their teeth clatter and clutter the forest floors
With little fungus that's full of spores
And they spread and grow like a meat eating machine
That never visits the dentist to have it's teeth cleaned.

It's a mean eyed monster
A green eyed monster
Dirty hands needs it teeth cleaned eyed monster.
Mr. McCormick swooshes his swash buckle down
And in the hustle and bustle he turns to the Crown
To make his amends but is promptly cut off
By a Mercedes-Benz.

Orange smoke rises from it's tailpipes
A cat screams from the gutter
And you
You wake up in a sea of pillows and cream
With your two bare feet sore from walking the street
And your two sore hands hurting from high demands
And your two black eyes you acquired last night
It wasn't a dream
Again that cat screams.


  1. For some reason, this makes me think of what would happen if Bob Dylan and Dave Matthews collaborated on an album...and Tim Burton did the videos. I love it!

  2. Haha! Thank you for putting me in such good company! That would be amazing.