Kangaroo Guru

in the margins of the fifth dimension
and in the corners of the n-th degree
wandered an isolated antibody
on a whirling shopping spree

tell me dear mother
in cobalt and green
which bony finger points
to me being free to be me

imperceptibly grinning
the blind mole groaned
why trapped in your dark sarcophagus hole
biting father time in the balls

I don't think all your moaning
will get you living again

and without saying anything more
I as an iceberg island flew
up towards the astronomical ceiling
all the while laughter peeling

Jesus could be heard pleading
oh doctors and nuns
can't you just stop the bleeding
your healing is diabolically wounding me

my mind stretching isn't making me
expand into art
and the lonely yogi lets out
a long drawn-out fart
and places a well oiled finger on the virgin's part

stomachs and eyes in ancient ruins
sometimes smiling
peace meals long overdue and fast flowing

I've set out on a wander and I can't come back
I've done it and I've done it
infinitely

said the blood sucking flea
I pledge my allegiance to thee
you are looking for your soul and deity
up the proverbial tree
all the while screaming empty across the sea
why me

so the madman and the fairies
wed in the glen
and the wasteland between them was baptized
in the well of sick and angry beauty
let's just call it scientific methodology

courageous wars and proud stagnation
planted seeds and then forgot them
in the muddle of the heat-haze desert
lend me your eyes that I might see you
and take my feet that you might pacify
your endless wandering

love lies greedy in the dream boat
right over there
and the youngest boys ran yelping off
into the silent distance
seeking the blackest toys
the ones that might never
lose themselves in the dark

crying nightmares with parental lashings
relieving momentarily the guilt
for happiness and moist rainbows are just memories
lying on my worn out childhood pillow
which smells quite nice

there's many scars on my sweet horse's back
I need to know that I can't turn back

said the guru to the hysterical laughter
lay down your neck to the slaughter
walk the water's edge and the shoulder of the land
soon enough you will be another day older

and the king wishing to allay the monkey wrench fear
sending shivers through the sacred bones
at the deep end of the worship pier
for tomorrow perhaps it will all be gone
until perhaps never

the black robed priestess traveled to the pit
and looking into the darkness proclaimed
all is empty and nothing is well
and she saw in the reflection a falling
a loosing control of the reins
and the lonely call of passengerless trains

much to my dismay
marked the ever skeptical jester
to the minstrel in the rain
the colossal pains at sunset
begin to be a bit of a strain
and the violin knew just what he could have meant

there it was getting earlier and slower
the little girl called out to her brother
let us pick flowers together
and burn them all day
under the crab apple tree

and they did it and they did it
infinitely

the old woman watched all this
through a stethoscope on her heart
taking painkillers hourly to get rid of the ache

and where is god that interminable fake
sitting in the kitchen cupboard
on a corn flake
commercial and exploitable curmudgeonly joke
like Lee Iacoca having a convivial smoke

in the acid rain moon grove
on the indian reservation
and also the federal prison
the peace pipe is forever circling
and getting very tired

the fire that burns and knows
wrapping counter clockwise spirals
'round everyone's nose
the wise man sits in silence
and sighs laughing and crying

lies lies and more lies
infinitely

until death splits the ways from the means
unsubdued pride making prune wrinkles
and bloated storage bags
full of leftover dreams
the carrying off of carrion remains

and a final word (and they all let it speak)
from the music box a most hideous shriek
not a very subtle delivery

there are so many stories
of structure and the earth-beat
of hovels and tombs
the gleams of culture on the streets
but in the eyes of decay
there is nothing to save
there is no place not your own

always going home
infinitely

© 2001 Koko Jaeger