FourAnd to some madman's cave she came,
Seeking promises once again...
The kind of instinctual madness that is poetry,
The colossal violence of vision that is art...
More ass in the morass, Sassafras!
How crass.
It is 4:44 pm Four is the color blue. Blue is you. Clear and true. Together we are black and blue. I am black as sin. Sin is thin. Thin as a pin. Like yin. Together a twang. A heartfelt pang. A Big Bang. Set in Big Ben. Time ticking in a trickling prickling. Pin me. Prick me with a pin. Don't brick me into a bin. My circulation is poor. I need more. You are a bore. And a boar. Too true to be blue. Blue is the number four. Four is me. Tree is in me. Thee are in me. Me is thee when I am blue. I am black. I lack. I lack yak. Yakkety-yak quack-quack. Duck soup. Loopedy loop. Oops, poop-poop! Boo-hoo. You, too? Too true. It's you. It's me. It's us. Nonsense. Nonsense through a fisheye lens. Too dense. Too bent. Too flat. Look at that. What? Over there, in her hair. That's there. No, Be Here Now. Not now, brown cow. I'm too dour, too sour. I'm like white flour. Floating on the hour. Ding Dong the witch is dead. Knocked her head and fell out of bed. Oh dread. Get up! Eat sup! Kiss pup! You, fuck-up! Time's up! Drink up! So, up we go. I mean, Here we go. Oh no. Up to Heaven? No, soul's dead lead. Lead pipe. A lot of hype. Hyperactive when you say. Inactive when you play. Oh, lack a day. Oh lackadaisical. Lots of daisies. Whimsical, flimsy bump on the wall. Call against the wall. Tall in the hall. Small in the mall. Drawl in the ball. Ball against the wall. Against the dents and falls and Ents and crawls. All in the tree. Free me for thee and she. She and He. Me and me. Meow. Old and alone. A Lone Ranger. Danger! Away in the manger. No stick for a bed. The little Lord sees us all sick in the head. All ready? All red. All dead. Seize us and make for the dread. Cake, or bread? Lead for the ped. Peddle in the meddle. Make a muddle of the puddle. Dawdle in the doodle and noodle in the poodle. Oodle at the ogle and cuddle with the befuddle. Fluid in the moon. Coon near neon moon. It's noon — no one, but none. Done with the dune. Soon will come Luna, see? Lunacy and fluency. Flowing, floating, and frivolous flocking. Frolic and fun. Fool, lick some fun off of me. Trust you? Me knowing you. You as a U-turn, yew tern, you term you as you turn me on. Yule-tide tomorrow and today. Who tied you with me? What fee? Water, free me. Pee-pee. See? Grin, oh so thin. Minimum pin sin. Pinch me. Lynch me. Drench me in wine. Hang me on the line. Take me out to dine. Put my name in your effervescent sign. Lime lights and lamp lights. In the darkness is the spark. Bark! The bite. The trite. The cryolite crypt and the endless script. The endless Night. The words lipped. The wax dripped. The tree root tripped. Neurotic flipped. Bureaucratic burnout burped. Sipped from the honeysuckle vine. Suckle honey, not mine. Whine! Pining with the mining. Mining in my lining. Lining of my linoleum and linen. Licking at the living, so limp and loose. Useless. Lies. Locks. Loud applause. Tiger paws and uptight pause. Paws and pause and rest. You were the best! Lest you let go of the least. The beast! Lest you don't lend me the piece of peace. Oh, please? Pretty please with cherries-on-top and whip-cream-and-nuts-topping. Nuts and knots and gnats and brats. Topping a tipping of terrific trouble. I'll have another double! Grumble and mumble. Pester and fester. Courtroom jester is the avid detester. Secret child molester. Monster passed the test. He tried his best. He suckled at his mother's breast. Stabbed her in the chest. Got up and got dressed. The least beast is the best feast! Grease and grime. Violent crime and pointless rhyme. The jointless mime. The feckless dime. The pickle and the lime. Sickle-cell and Time. The orange peel and the rind. A peel of laughter. The feel of After. The steel finger of the intruding lepper. Pepper shaker. Dapper Quaker. Have you ever seen a happier baker? lndian Fakir. Faker than the syndicated Forsaker. Forsaking the synonym, the hymn, and the antonym, Amen. The cynical violence. The Silence. The six pence. The beef mince. The brief evidence. Made me cringe. Since the syringe. Postage. Bondage. Bound to the age of patronage. Alliance. A lie. Ants. Pounce to the Bounce. Trance to the lance. Chance to the dance. A man and his cog in the wheel. Stealing the fog from the real. Steering an uneven keel. Eating his dog for a meal. Watching a log with an eel. Closing his clog with a seal. Sealing a letter. Littering his letter. Being bitter about a studio sitter. Ditter! Jitterbug hug. He says I'm a mug. He's a thug. She looks like a pug. There seems to be some confusion. Illusion. Allusion. Bemusing. Cruising, bruising. He singing about the choosing, "Koo-koo-koo-koo." And me singing about the losing, "Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo." She singing about the musing, "Moo-moo-moo-moo." Too true, I mutter, cooing like a cuckoo. I'm in my cocoon, cookoo-ca-choo. Not now, cockatoo. Two and two is four. It's 4:44 now. Alligator, navigator, hot potater, see you later!