Red ghost mother chased the screaming idiot savant out to the black chair room   High orifice devouring the empty space as carpet dust floats minuscule   Pre-surgical hysteria swirls in the minds of lookers on   The waiting room is filled with crinkled eyes and unread magazine   The bathroom becomes refuge to the hypodermic recluse   White room waits for thee      And now I hear the silence of the sun   As chatter blossoms faces come undone   Irreverent and bold and looking on   Their fate they see and I am the stage   That they stare as they wait for the final play      Aunt Dorothy pull the car around   In black suit silent sitting down, through market street   As window blenders next to me   Churn signs and shops and autumn leaves, I fall asleep   As mediocre monuments unhinge and blend all Dali-esque   A park bench turns to elephant, amoeba pulse 'neath flower dress   A street light glows like UFO as rainbows show their   Pots of gold to tired thieves      As clock hands slow undress the time of day and   Morning's molestation starts to fade   The telephone rings, tattles what you say and I am just   The book that you read as you rough draft your autobiography      Should her theories fail to float   She'll quickly turn the other coat and side with me   And should she capsize far from shore   On half built rafts of metaphor she'll drink the sea   The salty lie of lover's moan, with belly full of suds and foam   She lies on bed of roots and stone, fish eye nipples staring on   A light house beacon cuts the fog, her mermaid bottom   Slow dissolves, she finds her feet and leaves      Like pyrite glistening golden to the fool   Distant stars are divination tools   Astrology the science to define   She's reaching for the stars and the sun and the moon   For she fears what's inside the mind