Tuesday, October 7, 2008

(a curtsy-cracker from my cockquacktales)

September 28 2008 10:06 am

I Quack For Peachy Pie


Young woman, you really horrified me

When you said you ran away---

I laughed, “Run alongside but never across the road, woman!”

Of course the horns, tires and brakes cursed.

Loving cursing was probably running after you.


There, there, lithium carbonate did some helpful tricks.

Didn’t I tell you your quack should and did it

Pause that swinging and not the running

To reach diazepam: what a beauty

Crock from quacks that made me laugh

Like a tweaker

Stoned like a slammer

Was a popper


Now, as I quack, I ask:

What made you run, young woman?


Was it that wave and wave of all these vibrations---

Life like lightning strobe lights---- and

You couldn’t scream it

You couldn’t hit it

(The same with singing and dancing while you drunk spin)

You couldn’t in words you’re afraid what reality they would mean

You couldn’t breathe

Could you?


Snap!

You were simply fed up

You threw your hands up

You ran to get away

To save them from yourself

To save yourself

You just ran up, up and away---


Nothing wrong with that, young woman.

As I quack, I tell my own share of running

Beginning with walking away

Takes practice like breathing:

I walked away from crash

(Broken)

To slap around fuckers while I fuck up and away friends and

Life, this bitch

Into a cold turkey, I walked away from the future and learned

Cunning in striking at the heart

I operated on my heart to see how it

Dissected this history and how we all fall

Unto the body and the necessary:

Perfected the game with only five rules, the players are in place

On the bored, I start pulling traps

Ah! Knew then how to stop time and walk away from deathly things

And felt this stone, my heart

(Break)

To be on pause and become bones that bloom into sexy macabre

Now this flower, the broken brain puzzle is almost complete

Joy! What fun!


And I had run and run and run

Without a finish line, in an oval until

I had laughed when my girl Eve said she just ran

Just ran away from the groom John on the night before her wedding.

He ran after her, smart man.

I laughed, “The last time I ran was just after I landed---”

Here from the land of sea and sky:

Two ran after me in triangles and circles, these trapezoids, smart men.

I slowed to a stop up, up I was bleeding,

Just like when I walked away to run in a snap from a drunken breakfast

Your friend, my hobbit running after me, that smart young woman,

To hold my hand so I walked, death on boots, then lost

(She, old panicked men, not

I)


Too smart for lithium carbonate

In Hell, even I freaked out the quacks.

They saw that when I smiled

Found they were the mouse running this maze all along.

(They meant to make me Algernon, those fuacks.)

Alors, I wink another quack: catch

(never Keroquack, that Jack)something about all these

classic

second

third

fourth

generation

and how to fry your brain

or fuck your brain out up and away…

Or how to cook someone’s heart from all these secret

Curses without hexes.

Petrify my Motherland’s blood witches

For play.

(And eat, Peachy Pie)

Perhaps how to read and feed to heal your soul?


Now, you run

You ran into me years ago

And you run in to me now

There, there, you can stop running

Now, young woman

Look, the world is an asylum:

Laugh!

It is not mad to be a madwoman.

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