Monday, February 11, 2008

up, up and away on my little pipe

bubbleboy!!!!

…soaring stoned amongst the stars, awash in the black void of my being, caring-not-feeling-not, a demigod among the demigods of the divine imperium, scattering foil-wrapped bonbons of fire upon the poor and the downtrodden of the earth to lift them out of the black hole of their ignorance and send shards of body parts heavenward in the blinding light of transformation, whilst whispering platitudinous threats of reassurance to the unwashed as my serpent’s tongue flays the fecundity that is the very ground of very ground of chaos to render it sterile before the blank screen of the public eye…

…but i digress…

…somewhere…

…soaring…

whomever

5 comments:

thepoetryman said...

Wow!

platitudinous threats of reassurance This is great...

And your ending was so very perfect!

Case Wagenvoord said...

With a good pipe, neologisms just trip off the tongue.

thepoetryman said...

Neologisms wasp from your pipe...

thepoetryman said...

Wasp? Wasp? What the hell was I thinking?

Wisp...No.

Whip...No.

"Wasp" sounds best, but I musts need more coffee...

I suppose I meant they "sting" as they billow-

Aghhh! WAFT! Waft not wasp!

Yes... They waft from your pipe!

Oh my.

I mist have slipped and hit my lexis on the way to the keyboard.

thepoetryman said...

mist = must...drat!