whatever happened to being
a good old fashioned
douche-canoe?

(and where are all
the gods?)

Nikola Tesla, I wish you’d
invent a current that could activate
my heart.

-Have 2/3 of my wardrobe stolen
because of an impatient waif who took
my clean clothing out of the dryer and into
the lost and found (I, the “loser”
and some lucky, soon-to-be
scalpless individual the “finder”)
on Wednesday.

-Receive listener hoodie in the mail Thursday.
Fair trade, says I.
If I must needs be naked, nude I will be
while propagating talk music.

Meandering about the labyrinth with Michael,
you’re challenged by an 8-foot tall satyr
who instructs you to climb into
an old fig tree and feed
three sacred stones to
an unwitting monstrous toad
who inhabits the trunk and roots below.
If you should succeed in doing so,
the toad will decease and
before skinning itself,
reveal a key to your new kingdom together.
As Crodetski the Warmonger and
Phoebenthesis of Palindrayd.