THE HORNED TOAD

I have rumbled with the horned toad
Of the burnt out soul.

I have thrust daggers into its greenish
Flesh and found no heart.

I have heard the horned toad laugh
Hysterically:

Feeling no pain or threat from this human-
Desperate and scared.

I have been loaded up on Lithium-
Crapping my pants:

While the horned toad's laughter
Rings inside my ears.

I have made it my mission
To corner this beast

And remove its shadow and sound
From the universe.

 

MAKING PINEAPPLES

I don't believe
That they should only be
In Hawaii.
Pineapples, man.
I want to make pineapples.
Can you help?

Don't look at me
Like I'm nuts. You're just like
The nurses here.
But they'll take me
More seriously when
I make them.

Pineapples, man.
Don't you want to get in
On this project?
We'll be rich like
Dole, the canned fruit people.
What do you say?

I can't really
Be on this medicine.
It would stump
My creative
Juices from flowing, man.
Please help me.

 

DELIVERING THE MESSAGE

I have been sent by the half-woman,
Half-snake head of destruction.
She, it, he, is clear in the message
Delivered into my brain.

I must spread the word of the coming
Apocalypse, the red menace
With the twisted tongue on fire
Will strike the unbelievers.

I have been told to stay clear of doctors,
Nurses, and hospital wards.
They will stick needles into
My skin and erase this message.

I have been told that I will not
Remember anything after they're through.
I will live a normal existence
And be blind to the real horrors of life.