"I think they're probably a building"
the sawhorse said to me

"and it gives me great pleasure"

along these lines
the word...
the glory...

"Whenever he was there he was right, lookit..."

I looked again

The spatial Christians
had spread out
in four dimensional planes

Dreams of the ground exploding
Gasline mining disasters
in Latin countries

Sleep beckons

"We'll show 'em," he lectured me, looking stern.

"How do I get out of here?" I pondered and looked down, frowning.

And then the lion showed
Singing "Who Am I?" like Elvis
head hanging off
its furry shoulderblades
panting
heavy with robust physique
ragged, not sleek

"Shed my skin" it said.suddenly

"But you are not a snake!" I told it.

And it disappeared.

We sat on the couch
awaiting judgment
and my criminal companion
handed me a roach
of which I partook

I told him seriously
"No more, give me no more!"

Waving my hand away in a quick
metronome fashion

Dubya was there
Shirtless and muscular
in some deformed way.

Marked at the base of his neck
with a long port wine stain.

I pointed and said,

"I have one of those but smaller!"

He looked at me.

"It gets red if it's hot...."

"And humid!" he said completing my sentence.

He smiled, contemptuously.

The roach came round again on the couch
and I took another hit, without thinking,

the paranoia was starting to creep in now

THC hitting my brain like a roiling
greeen cloud .

"NO more! No MORE!" I said,
unable to control myself.

The atmosphere felt squalid
and I saw that
George's torso was full of sutures
like pinpoints sewn up in a diagonal pattern

like a sofa hide

and as he shed his clothes
he showed me his dick
small as an index finger.

I grimaced.

As we descended the steps
from the White House
to the waiting SUV
He babbled madly over
who he had 'screwed' recently

He used this word 'screwed'
A lot.

"Screwed" this, "Screwed" that....

He had long, mad gray hair
and was wrapped in a blanket

We piled our stuff inside.

I said, "George what are your values?"

"Right and wrong," he said simply and quickly.

"NO, I mean what things do you value, like some people value money, some people value loyalty, some people value love, what THINGS do you value??"

"I don't know" he said,after a pause.

And then he stared blankly away at nothing
in particular, with those blank shark eyes.

and we all got ready to go.

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