slower than my mind faster than my feet careful with that axe a dirge on guitar players but Froggy was more mandolin or was that maudlin since his wife was maude or was she mad mad as a madwoman scattering her manure

searching for the complimentary roll of paper crying, oh no not the single ply again or was that Ginsberg running with his pants down to deliver melted butter about four grapes ago before they went sour

groovy are the maids pasco and kickapoo roosting in my clothes by the time goodwill sorted them out some carny guy was decked in the duds of a fantastic universe where whatever he was doing was right and he was winning he was riding a wave

that had not only broken but had rolled back like a tsunami with even more force more ebb and more flow he taught about mayhem while playing the national anthem with a didgeridoo and selling lemonades as the vision fades to a dive in gumbo roux some deep ju ju

But who's that happy Skypilot...waving like a smiling vegetable...all the way from the Lost Creek Valley...waving at Mike Meoff, the Friendly dispatcher and his brother Jack in a straight jacket...this ain't Uranus, he's style'n, liv'n like a lot lizard in a trailer at the cab company, wax'n the weasel, flog'n the dog, spank'n the monkey, paddle'n the dolphin, whip'n Willie, lope'n the mule...waving at Snoop and the Peanut Police Police, for magic can happen if you believe...waving at Wadean and Marlene, more Friendly dispatchers...waving at Mr. Pinky, cause I'm his friend today, waving at Brad and Michaela and the Antioch church of anti-christ, waving at the world, wait, I am the world sometimes, when I ain't busy being Mr. Right all the time. Waving at the masters of chaos and confusion. Waving at Po and LaLa and Tinky Winky and that other guy. Waving all jackarandy at Knotheads and Boneheads and Skypilots and people everywhere...but alas and alack and aladdie, it's back to the Cash Cab where they can ax me anything they want - Did I blow (the horn)?- then they have to pay me!

Flying Tiger,
Skypilot #123, Loyd

the state of the empire is a climb up the social ladder how high can you go the sunlight dissuades errant panty raids in the sylvan glades daft but deep barely expressed

slender and silver left awash in the wake of redwood and jakes baking the cakes she ate my egg roll cold turkey and then called me baby doll a compliment to men

statesmen are arguing until the daffodils bloomed and Gabriel threw down his mojo on my satchel and blew up his horn or as they say in Hades Styx 'n stones go well with chinese what direction do you peek when you geek

two baboons on the railing stole the show I couldn't ask for mo no one makes a monkey out of me I wake up and I'm a chimpanzee barking up the wrong tree better'n treeing up the wrong bark

two grapes in the head trump one in the bush another pitcher's lob hits the bat on the knob a turn in the barrel is part of the job lighten your loads follow the Joads we're not dumbsters we know what to do we bust ass fully enjoy life wooly we don't struggle when we snuggle

splash through space everything in place nose full of water mouth blowing bubbles message is gargled what's the rush there's always more is profess'd in jest it's the revolution test with better kool aid than all the rest put that in your pipe and hie to the fest

DIPPIN' AT DAH TANK