hushed new orleans funeral parlor nymph
when i was a small child i had a fever dream
where what seemed like an unruly gaggle
of spritely and malicious spring-heeled jacks
bounded towards my bedroom window
plopping on the glass like large beetles
trying to burst their way inside
i kept being torn awake by fear
sweating panting in childish delirium
for every time i would shut my eyes
the spring-heeled jacks would reawaken
and terrorize me into pitiful fits of sleep
Amongst freedom fighters, traversing fortune-seekers, gangly genial giants, brown-nosed fellows of virtue, Georgia peaches, piledrivers and radiation sickness you will find your home.
Guided By Voices - Huffman Prairie Flying Field
for far too long…
Obscure graffiti, some ancient vandalism, confirms prior beliefs that a great human migration to the Americas was preceded by this strange calling from the overcast heavens:
The external gleam of the messiah’s earlobes, bright gossamers in the progressive highway, give you direction.
There is no plausible way to explain the sudden appearance of storm system consisting of nicotine and socket wrenches in the clear blue sky. Lydia ignores the weight of this even as it crushes her daily.
Lydia tangentially recognizes this as she laconically scrapes the ice off of the windshield, cursing her mother’s frequent misconceptions. She has lived at the motel adjacent to the tarot card reader’s place for five months now and sadly her path is not any clearer.
Andrew Bird - The Happy Birthday Song
For a friend who is loved.