deadnut

1st.

I stare at the dragons sitting patiently on my palm.
I beg to devour but it is they who will devour me.
Soon music whispered to my essence and became a part
of me. Thus began the picture show. Neon flashing
lights and dripping scenery unfolded, plotless and
pointless it went on forever. Voices I knew to be
there, trumpeted truth and spoke of the unspeakable.
I did not doubt their sincerity but I feared they
would drive me mad as a March hare. I gave myself
over to it and thoroughly enjoyed the ride.

copyright 2001linke