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Twilight City of the Futurist Mind (draft)
Contributed by
Lee
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Wednesday, 6th July 2005 @ 03:35:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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Twilight City of the Futurist Mind
A novel of speculative fiction
Lee Ferris
Copyright 2005 Lee Ferris
Chapter One
“Rainbows found you plucked,� incited the StarFlower,
“Errands for an altered poplar lineage.�
Zebba Whitsen had heard tell that he was plucked from the farthest ends of a poplar on a rainbow's path by the universe itself. He has seen men with keys on their heads, knocking against the dirt floors of log cabins. They are made of tiny bones seemingly nonexistent.
“Don't grab your watch and check the time for the hourly chime that sounds in a tune of catechisms.� Zebba Whitsen stated calmly.
Lollygag Brutus:
Cats scatter around the grocery parking lot .
They scatter and scatter
Their fur is much tattered
They are so flattered
When the traffic does stop
Upside-down teeth
Will you dig under the ground, teeth?
The StarFlower:
The keyhole
Where the see-through room
Becomes a universe of its own
Zebba Whitsen:
I don't really
Need to know
How much it
Cost to afford
Your brain transplant
After all, you're
Not exactly looking
For Mr. Exclusive
How would you like it
If I gave you
Balcony seats
To a street-side opera
And we met
Like two strangers
In a room full of people
Suddenly,
Your mind is dancing
Around in disbelief
As the ground gives way
To an ensemble of the Milky Way
And you're at a loss for words to say
Zebba Whitsen:
I saw a man on the boulevard
Playing a flute by the fruit vendors
He lit a carrot stick
And watched a rabbit perform a hat trick
The nights come and they go
Journey for how much you know
Parsven Undertoad:
Will you shake a stick,
And expect it to heal all who are sick?
Will you stand on one toe,
And channel all of your energy flow?
Sally Astronomicle:
I don't want to bring us to this
Let's go up from here
And breathe where the air is crisp
Vestaisiax:
I know
Of dogs
Some who growl
Some who sound
Lonely when
They howl
Dry throats
Of the fated
Soap opera singers
They are looking for new ways
To transport their voices
Through the universe
Professor Obrioutte:
What can you
Really do with
The periodical table
Of the elements?
Can you stand
On top of it?
Better yet, can
You stand on
Science books piled
On top of
It? Will the
Ninety-two naturally
Occurring elements
Be useful
In the year 9292
As much
As they
Are now?
Zebba Whitsen:
I hear whistles from metal
Spaceship teakettles
Painted in intricate Vestaisian sideway patterns
I caught a Saturnian trout
With a rhinoceros snout
And a wickless lantern
It's a careening ride
Of particle accelerators
Wonder of the air-cars
Zebba Whitsen:
Sunlight pours through
The elusive curtains
I am found
In the drained river of Mars
Developing as an embryo
A goose egg of mercy
Parsven Undertoad:
For I've got
Centuries of eye-sores in my mind
Jarring, emptying out my fears
'Neath the ironic moon
O, why, for so long,
To have undermined
This existence of mine
Zebba Whitsen:
Guess you, too,
Could live there
In that place
It's a house
Of many doorsteps
And a welcome mat
That says, "Welcome Back,
Ya Slick Rat!"
I don't want to discourage you
From turning yourself into the authorities
You really do belong behind bars
It would probably be for the best
If you were locked up
The StarFlower:
I want you to think not
Of courageous limo rides
Or taxi fares
In the morning rush to get
To some important business meeting
Think not of the "now� you have created
With your sugar substitutes
And fat free meals
But with a mind that thinks of the "now�
That you have truly come to embody
Vestaisiax:
You don't know who you really should be
Well, listen here it's okay
We've all felt that way
Firemen do not spit fire
They help to put fires out
Many men can be consumed
By the burning flames of their doubts
Caught in a lumberjack tribe
Thumbs on laser-guns shot out of the hazy sky
Zebba Whitsen:
Sunlight pours into
A stuffy room
Of ethereal essence
Below the surface of cement
There is a cellar leading to a hidden room
Far away from their advanced society
Lollygag Brutus:
Eat what is
On your plate
Seconds together are a minute too late
Crickets, praying mantis, water bugs, ants
(If you eat nine fire ants instead of just ten,
You will grow eight fire ant totem poles on your chin)
The StarFlower:
In the night time world's
Cherubim girl�
Vestasiax:
Do not deny that your mind resides
In the house of sin
You can't decide
How to play hopscotch w/the
Concept of Zen
Art is defined as
Folly, want a Quaker?
What if one was to fall asleep
For one hundred years and awaken to a state of epiphany?
Lollygag Brutus:
There is a man
Sitting on his hands
He likes to eat with his feet
At the interstellar buffet called Big Pete's
It just so happens he drinks from a radioactive can
Vestaisiax:
You can journey
With me and
Learn about
New cultures
New worlds
Or you can go
Run along
With everyone else
And do the hesitation routine
The Memory Holder:
Some creatures can take
Word cakes
And with them a composition
They will make
Forging their destinies
With portraits made fake
Zebba Whitsen:
We have gone
Through Saturn's rings
And now we have passed the space lakes
Vestaisiax:
Welcome to the
Realm of space
You are welcome here
In the starry realm
The StarFlower:
You know that I can
Never be apart from
You know that
They said I would
Never be a part of
Zebba Whitsen:
The realm of space
The way to fame
Inside a pretty shell
The faces you see
In the star-land freeze
Look somewhat strange
Vestaisiax:
Peering into eyes a'gleaming
W/prisms of colors and light
I see you have found the orchestra, the assembled delight
Lollygag Brutus:
Will you disassemble
With the rest of us
In the particle ray?
They'll let loose
The polyester couch-hounds
And we'll be on our way
Zebba Whitsen:
In outer space
There is no one
Like you around
I can't hear
Their gravity sound
Our atmosphere will never be found
Let us
Let loose in our
Inter-planetary town
The StarFlower:
I want to show
You where no man's pride
Can take him on a gentle space ride
Where a realm
Of moon-jumpers
Dance to a spatial tide
Zebba Whitsen:
Have you seen the stars up close?
Sally Astronomicle:
Fleeing the cold
Within an old worn
Blanket of a ship
Feeling the untold
Histories of these
Future civilizations within my cerebral cortex
Zebba Whitsen:
I feel the energy inside of me boil
Very soon the space capsule
Will touch down on alien soil
I will look for someone like you when I get there
Someone who has a kind mind
And who is not afraid to care
Zebba Whitsen:
I have seen
The jumping horses
They are streetlights in distress
I have read
The planet's discourses
How did we get mixed up in this galactic mess?
Professor Obrioutte:
It seems something
Has agitated the ambassadors
They're in quite a fit
Over deliberations of peace
And the solar system
Wants to quit
Zebba Whitsen:
Now, I love a good show just like anybody
With candies, popcorn
And a nice big soda to drink
But when the thing across from you
Tries to eat you as a compromise
It's a little bit hard to think
The StarFlower:
I want to
Take a mop
And even just one drop
Of wisdom would
Help shine this floor
Of galactic delegates up like new
We will get the people all ready
Before this place looks like
A futuristic zoo
Zebba Whitsen:
This time it's not bad
Good space suits will protect us
We're always in pursuit of a good space suit
Lollygag Brutus:
No, this time
This time
It's not bad
Zebba Whitsen:
And this time
No, not this time
I won't be left
In my
Plasma-ray tears
All cold and sad
The StarFlower:
I bet you can't
Catch the daylight
In an asteroid shower
Sally Astronomicle:
You're not going to
Let the curtains open,
Are you now?
Lollygag Brutus:
I am floating
On the surface
Of a slightly crazed moon
And it's not
A bland eucalyptus
That I'm eating on my bologna sandwich
Zebba Whitsen:
Where have I gone to?
Have you gone, too?
Am I alone w/a dozen of buffoons?
To the mind control hole
All of my hopes
Seem so lost
A recollection
Of the moon's shadow
I have come across
The StarFlower:
I think I'm in love with it
The living matter that separates us
From the neutrality of being
Adds yet another layer
To the ever-revolving
Equation of universal theories
Zebba Whitsen:
I want to love the neutrality of being
But to attain it is not to gain it
It's like losing a piece of yourself
Professor Obrioutte:
There are principles to live by
And principles that defy
The ideology of living matter
There are ways to attain
A neutrality of being
If you look past life's everyday patterns
Zebba Whitsen:
Have you seen the rose-eyed wandering spirit?
There is so much everywhere in the cold air
In this dreamy cityscape
It's a nightly affair
Where from the walls of our brain
We gently escape
Vestaisiax:
Come alive
From the life you led
I never knew how much you bled
The Memory Holder:
The blood is fresh
But the voice
Is fading cold
Vestaisiax:
Mr. Spaceman
Do what you can
Give the galaxy a hand
Sally Astronomicle:
Mr. Spaceman
Do what you must
I'll wait for you at dusk
Lollygag Brutus:
The gingerbread man is
Going to meet his baker
I've got a fast draw
W/the sugar shaker
The StarFlower:
You've got to know
The limits of your mind
So you don't just fall behind
The Memory Holder:
They're at the
Spaced-out
Daydream drive-in
Where the picture screen
Is silver-motion strivin'
Zebba Whitsen:
Sally, do you
Want some
Milk Yums and Martian squid?
The main premise
Of the film we're going to watch
Is to learn how to live and to forgive
Mikhel:
Do you wish to hold
A warm, pulsating setting
In your tender palms?
W/the eyes of divinity
Casting down their woeful gazes
On the still-breath calm
They have arsenals at their disposal
It feels sometimes
Like they're examining us on specimen slides
Have they already reached you?
Reached your weakness?
Will you admit them into your
Theatre of mortal imbalance?
I found a ticket stub on strange soil
It read: Admit won
Zebba Whitsen:
Who has the cowbell?
Do you have the address
Of where the tree fell?
Pray tell
Dip your bone soup
Out with a ladle-compass
I will eat those words
Brooms, give me your dooms
I've got your tune
Tighten your pants
And off you go prance
I am going
To paddle out
On the temporal lake
And make
Piranhas school in
A direction of distinct strobes
Follow me
To the shores
Of pineapple grapple
With me and a dilettante
Zebba Whitsen:
I've got a million things in mind
To keep my head off the floor
But none of them reminds me of you
Saw your picture in a newspaper
Drew a mustache on your face
If you could only see it
And there was this clown
Who didn't want to frown
But I could tell how much his
Shoes we're hurting his feet�
Lollygag Brutus:
"We are approaching
The Rhododendron of the Shopping Mall Cosmos
And we'll have a field day
Photosynthesizing our merchandise
The StarFlower:
A planet catacomb
Made up of many hedgerows
Turns the dust of day into the hush of night
Parsven Undertoad:
For the plural lapel
To pull the card house builders
Temple out from under
The shrugged rugs
I might kiss the ring
On your royal highness's hand
And offer a blessing of courtesy
And gifts of laurel wreaths
Let me bring you the photograph book
The Memory Holder:
No, that won't be necessary
Parsven Undertoad:
Oh, but I must insist
That you not resist
This opportunity
To rekindle your
Affections with
The fragrant territory
That you
Discovered
In your youthful days
Zebba Whitsen:
Let's cause the get together on the
Old sergeant's garment shoeshine
Chloroformed hangers
Scraped on a memory's surface
Amidst centennial lovers
Why would you not believe?
Elks will represent men in court
Why would you not believe?
Walking down the street
In shadowy defiance
Is not
Socially acceptable
Why would you not believe?
Gravity has lost
Its pull
Zebba Whitsen:
I'm groggy in portrait soup
Good to the first drop
I wade in it like it's a pool
A pool full of mules
Drudging through the mud
Oh, no
I think I've
Got a slight touch
Of trepidation
I may not know it
But I've got two rows
Of front teeth
Corroded w/spontaneity
Tih, tah
Tih, teh
Wha, chaw
Whan, yaw
I hope you don't take off your shoes
In Japanese mourning markers
Stones that moan
And I groan
On a soft drink
That expunges all lack of reason
It's yummy!
Nobody There
Zebba Whitsen:
A rooster crowing
Half-past midnight
A knock at the door
You look,
But there's nobody there
I want to know
The video plea
What were the captive's final words?
Before his voice melted
Distorted
Lost like great ships
Throughout the Bermuda Triangle
Lollygag Brutus:
You shot the-
Oh my-
In the foot
His gravity boots
Almost lost their way
I exile the recipient from ardor
There's an institution
Of flowing, flowing
Ball bearings hang from his knees
A leaf that has
Flaky wings aloof
Horseshoe-crab dragonflies
There's a Hawaiian shirt pastoral
A jalopy is hopping
On its left front tire
Trapped in the Celluloid Tapestry
Wires run through
Circuits of termites
Screws in a bench
Are not profane
Tell me you are not scared of quadrilaterals
I hope the speaking
Is from medieval dragons
Leaves are wings
On Romans are roamin'
Opinionated persimmons limit
Their attitudes by judging
Others around them
Zebba Whitsen:
Tell me who you are
Tell me where you've been
Will we ever meet again?
Let me hold you 'til we're close
You act like I'm a ghost
You met at Venus's haunted coast
We'll dance across the glass river
Of love taking flight
Space-lady, be mine tonight
The Memory Holder:
I sent you out here
To do as I please
Now is the time
For you to release
Our mind-controlling disease
Release it on their unsuspecting minds
Release it now
For now
Is the proper time
Parsven Undertoad:
To be sure I would do it if I only knew
That you didn't have it in
For me, too
The StarFlower:
I've never seen you
Eat twenty beetles and creek-beds
All in one sitting
Are you tired from the star-fields?
Are you rough from the star-fields?
Are you one with the star-fields?
Rat propeller
Puts them to sleep
Conversations blending
Together make for
The karate breaks the body
In a self-discipline
Here you get bargain buys
I've got cowboy hats
And turbine cats
Just take a look in
The spindle bin
I've got you a necklace of pendulums
Men whose chins
Bonk like the guitars of honkytonks
Lollygag Brutus:
Do you hear the sounds all around?
Do you know the handshake of the clowns?
In the little fire truck engines
They'll throw pies in each other's faces
Oversized pocket watches clonking hammers
The common places
Sally Astronomicle:
I saw that guy over there
He had questionably bendable spectacles
The citable cyclone man has been deemed respectable
The StarFlower:
Spatial fractions
Augmentation sings
Pegasus's mighty pink wings
Zebba Whitsen:
At the pancake breakfast
There are still a few bites left
My stomach lets me know when I've had enough
Professor Obrioutte:
Spiders in a sling
Monarchs without a king
A subpoenaed wild permissive fling
Cattle on a string
Maestros going to cringe
Outsides what will bring
The StarFlower:
Peacock feathers manifest
Jeckels jovially jest
The sleep police to the caffeine people do arrest
Parsven Undertoad:
Do you want to eat pine trees in power lines?
Do you want to go to the quick diners where supposed men dine?
Do you want to go where pay phones and eighteen wheelers intertwine?
Vetaisiax:
In the mouth of the cavernous chasms
The tow truck has mental spasms
The wooded cabin cultivates a culture of related kin
Practice the methods of warming food with tin
Look carefully at the molecules under the lens
Where the space explorers go to make sense
Zebba Whitsen:
Deluxe apartments are haunted
Precarious poltergeists
Insects blue in the ice tray
Inner-city country house
A mutant laundry mouse cuts the cheese
With silverware it lifted from the local department store
The StarFlower:
On ancient walls,
Inscribed by
Mystics' scrawls:
As a partial entity
Going in
A room, alone
A white
Skyline
Tearing through
The façade
Until the copper gods
Erase the dawn
Vestaisiax:
The color scheme of radiant beauties
A small branch of life reaches thin loving blades
The thickest thicket green in the swamp of Mars
Zebba Whitsen:
Her
Green
Eyelids
Awake in me
A space explorer's interest
One Large Star
The StarFlower:
I started out
A human being
From a desolate planet
I was fleeing
Now I'm part
Of one large star
That holds the
Universe together
The balance
Is forever being challenged
Until another hero
Puts down the coup
And then the revolution starts anew
For now there is
Something I must do
The StarFlower:
It is time to go away
It is time to find another way
They stammer
For fear of the hammer
To touch on them, the villagers
By the lady giant
Giantess
She would not stomp on
The birth certificate of a Venus flytrap
Indigenous landmarks
Beady eyes comprise
Nonchalant, they haunt
If while attempting to count
The hairs on your head
You were to find
Spiders nesting hydras
And if while attempting to build
Anthills
Instead of dogs
We were attracted
To the fire hydrants
Zebba Whitsen:
Things came to life
Heralded through unseen forces
Not knowing, not knowing
It's an inner uncertainty
Then I knew, by the vast explosion
Then I knew the universe had cracked up and it was broken
What could it all mean?
Does space fit in my scheme?
Such strange sultry beings
Space was mine for that evening
Is there space?
Enough for me
Set aside some constellation whatever it may be
If I can't have what I want here
I'll take what I can get there
I'll go away
Leaving scaled fish behind
O I'll see how the sun will shine
At daybreak when in my spaceship I'm climbing the sky
The StarFlower:
Birds swarming like a locust-tornado
Flying around garden-writ thoughts of Plato
Nope, the fiddler was not kidding
When he wrote the ditty
For all the pretty felines
Being fond of the fawns who consider standing upright a vocation
The StarFlower:
Time is the way
We acknowledge
Knowledge lions
Lollygag Brutus:
Slightly scoffed a gravity shoe
Zebba Whitsen:
With hair fish polluting the Gulf Stream
I dive right in
To the Mediterranean Sea
Sally Astronomicle:
Are you entertained by having twenty hairs on your pedestal?
I hope they dance around in a circle of joy
We can watch the flight of the silver-haired bat
I am overwhelmed with joy
For the latest incarnation
Of symbolic space rangers
Zebba Whitsen:
This is relinquishment
Generated an oblique percent
My rapid rivers running
From the sky
Past my window
Finally earth-soak in succumbing
The StarFlower:
I was a true infant
Placenta the infinite
Strained in distant
Parsven Undertoad:
Make me out
For another doubt
I'm not done
No
Not yet
I have still got some debts
There is a tree with a tunnel
Underneath its trunk
If you go there the sun will shrink away
And your pocket-watch will have shrunk
Zebba Whitsen:
Gobs of gooey sugar blobs
They don't eat out at the fast food places
They just take it to the hip street races
I think they might want to reconsider
All things concerning the outward appearance
'Cause inside
They might hide
A new sort of carnival ride
Where we can all decide how to live our lives
The Memory Holder:
Temper, temper
Never let a widow goose
Make a sudden whimper
Without your mind you are merely limping limbs
Do you mind if I dust off these microscopic gems?
The StarFlower:
Help this lad for he is puzzled
Many of his masks look like his face is troubled
Is he terribly held captive by his own emotions?
Should he plead his case with a jury of himself
In the court of the serene?
Zebba Whitsen:
How am I supposed to find myself?
I'm trying desperately to hide from myself
The StarFlower:
Perpetuate
It perpetuates
Yet man cannot breathe life into and thus create
Itself
Perpetuating the cycle of man
Increasing in nature
Developing culture
Industrializing nations and mass-producing
Sensationalizing headlines
Young lad, it is time for beddy-bye
The Memory Holder:
Where
Where do you go when you sleep?
Do you dream?
Or do you dream a false dream?
Of lying awake in bed
Rubbing your eyes until they are red
Are you asleep yet, kid?
Is it your nighttime fears you just cannot be rid?
He says he is not so sure about energy so pure
He would rather think it over
But it could be over the longer he thinks
Everything so precious, gone in a wink
The StarFlower:
Waking up from newly implanted dreams
Everything is not exactly what it seems
The Memory Holder:
Have all of yesterday's thoughts been retrieved?
So again they may be reused
For we would not want the lad to be relieved
Vestaisiax:
They are zeroing in on all of your fears
They are crunching numbers
And turning your fierce gears
The Memory Holder:
Soon you will be just fine
Lad, I think you will have a wonderful mind
Yes, you came to the right place
Where zeroing in on the fears you try to escape
Is the name of my game
The StarFlower:
Here is the new galaxy:
Grass jumpers on a stealth parade
Wax dummies coming to life
Ready to finagle the frightened senoritas
And steal their Spanish dialect
Parsven Undertoad:
Don't be surprised if a wax dummy
Were to come up beside you
And whisper sweet nothings in your ear
While adversely trying to suffocate
Your knowingness of stability
To make your reality as his
To make your reality turn to wax
Zebba Whitsen:
I spit my lip and
See it drip the bit of the
Cosmic ships sure glimpse
Zebba Whitsen:
We have come to find the man
Who holds the memory to our lives
The key is in his mind
Lollygag Brutus:
The key is in his memory
Without our memories
We are like sailors lost to the sea
Sally Astronomicle:
We shall find this man
Who has our thoughts locked up
He has own personal spaceship
That is where we will look
And we will find our minds that he took
Vestaisiax:
The flames of anger
Against the Holder have been stoked
In the fire of lost knowledge
He will have to cope with memory folk
Zebba Whitsen:
Driving down the road
Daylight shines across the windshield
The faces that you goad
Are looking at us like we're not real
I think you know just where we are
It's a stumbling step
To where the spaceship is kept
Can we make it there that far?
And once we make it to the foreign island
Will we understand the native tongue
Or will we have to run?
Parsven Undertoad:
You may have learned
A new kernel of wisdom
But don't think
I can't take you down
The rest of your memory
May never be found
Zebba Whitsen:
My mind!
Zebbe Whitsen:
Your mind?
Zebbe Whitsen:
O the amethyst prince
How his eyes do wince
To see your desperate retrieval
Of lost memories in time's suspense
The Memory Holder:
I implore this
O this
Enigmatic night
Sally Astronomicle:
Scattered in the
Wilderness of your mind
Are our lost memories
The ones
You have unfairly
Hid from us
The Memory Holder:
Am I not to be a puzzled merchant of sorts?
Selling back your minds that you say I've stolen
So that your minds are my minds
Could be your minds once again
Sally Astronomicle:
Medieval laughter echoes all around
You give me something
You in your castle
When you turn on the film projector
I can see so many images yet they do not appear
So clear
I looked into the eye
Of the terrible guy
He made me tremble in fear
You know what I saw
When I stared in awe
At the portrait of the man of law?
A scarecrow made of straw
Zebba Whitsen:
You make me live into the moon
I'll jump into the pruned blooms
Your my darling of the twilight
I can only see you through glimpses of starlight
We're turning ourselves in
We're turning ourselves into the night
Parsven Undertoad:
Do you know what happens to people like us?
We get put on the one-way ticket subconscious bus
We get a ride
Passing the green hills by
We can't even look at the sky behind
Vestaisiax:
Weirded out
Out of this time
Unheard of on this spatial tide
Dropped off the face of this place
Never heard from again
None of the galaxy's highway men
Zebba Whitsen:
I know what I know
And white wings are flapping so slow
Why don't you just let us all go?
Let us have our minds
We will be fine
If you let our lives unwind
Do you work
Under benevolent pretenses?
I want to know for my own defenses
Lollygag Brutus:
Maybe he's an entity all to himself
Maybe he doesn't work for anyone else
The sky eat him up!
Pigs fly on his nasal hair!
He's coming near you, Zebba
Don't let him get to you, be aware
The Memory Holder:
You're very lively without the full capabilities of your minds
I think I shall keep you this way
You may never know who I really am
But I will tell you who you are today
It is you who work under benevolent pretenses
You really have no defenses
You're defenseless and senseless
I'm going to give you the chance to change sides
But never will I give you back your artificial minds
Sally Astronomicle:
Can it be?
Lollygag Brutus:
We're not so free?
Zebba Whitsen:
Truly, can it be?
The Memory Holder:
Man, you must see!
Look what he has done to you
That's why I have come to you
This is an hour of need
When you must escape the StarFlower's greed
He is after all of your mind's power
The StarFlower:
So you have made
A case against me
You have told them
That they did not see
You are invading my mental facilities
So that I cannot receive all of what they communicate
The Memory Holder:
Do you really want
To attract my attention?
Do you really want
To attack your
Powers of retention?
Do you?
My mind
Is infused
Into you�
Zebbe Whitsen:
Infusion
Is an illusion
I'm the generic twin of
Space explorer men
Minds downsize
You're holding on to
Something that does
Not belong to you�
Parsven Undertoad:
I will eliminate this threat
Step on up and place your bets
Because if there is one thing
The Holder cannot stand
It is a mind it cannot understand
So think one last thought and
Zebba Whitsen:
On a day like today
There are too many ostrich-locks
In the garden of incredulous thought
Let's be honest
There was once a man
Who had tin pans
And he gave all of his
Gold dust to the snake men
Of the unreal sands
What was my neutral reaction
But to be a shadow, sign, sun
Bike rack has no occupants
Seed by foot
Decry baron crooks
I will not let you take away
The pockmarked beauty of walkways
And there will be great clouds of tiny
Bugs which astound us with shiny
Exploits of wings, things,
And unrivaled dreams
The Memory Holder:
There are things you just don't know
Many places where you are afraid to go
But let me take you to the far-out place
With sapphire eyes and a pure blue face
The StarFlower:
The color is vital blood red
The fresh lives being led
Lollygag Brutus:
Do you want to go to the desert of the squawking crow?
Then we will have to fly the ship pretty low
Zebbe Whitsen:
Have I spoken of the inner-mind gems?
Do you wish to seek them?
Did you ever think you might be them?
Zebba Whitsen:
I will take a roast beef on pumpernickel
Hold the mayo and the pickles
We all know how some minds can be fickle
Lollygag Brutus:
I have knickknacks
Where my mind does lack
A hack-a-sack (all alone)
His name is Zebba Whitsen
Some say he is at his wit's end
Do not accuse his hair of having split ends ('cause it don't)
Zebba Whitsen:
Yeah, we stopped The Memory Holder
Before he could lock us in the mind-control hole
He would have left us dazed, dumb and out in the twilight cold
Now all we have to do is get back home
The StarFlower:
A task that will not be easy
Gee, I hope your stomach is not feeling queasy
You'll have to meet the liquor-tuned Biibyl Midribel
In the joint called Slice o' Greasy"
Zebba Whitsen:
If it must be done
Do it we must...and have lunch
Lollygag Brutus, go fetch the purified water
From the Venusian elephant's trunk
Sally Astronomicle:
O scotch-guarding scooters
Catapult from canyon cannons on Jupiter
When we ride to Quadrant U we better test the subterranean sub-woofers
Zebba Whitsen:
I see something beautiful
It rests in your eyes
Sally Astronomicle:
We are all made of triangles
Moving through silver skies
Open the door to the shingled cellar
I guess you are an interstellar fellar�
Lollygag Brutus:
I wish you two would continue
This engaging conversation
Some other time
For now we must
Meet the one
We have been trying so hard to find...
Biibyl Midribel
Parsven Undertoad:
Biibyl Midribel is an old acquaintance of mine
I cheated him out of his bounty many a time
He has always held it against me, but I will not hide
His nose is crooked
His face looks funny
He likes to eat eggs that are runny
Argh! Me matey
He is a space pirate with a ship named Sadie
And he tries to woo all the ladies
I do not like him very much
I equate him to a fester of pus
He is always blabbing about pointless stuff
The Wondermaker
Vestaisiax:
Jumping rats
Ate my can't
On senses to enhance
The StarFlower:
If you look into the sky
Notice
The wondermaker
The Other Side of the Galaxy
Zebba Whitsen:
Yeah, you know
You just cannot let go
O everyone is going pro
Professor Obrioutte:
When you start to shiver and shake
Just remember that you are not an invertebrate
And don't let anyone tell you that them's the breaks
Zebba Whitsen:
I'm going to jump across the Gajhgut Hills
I will find something more than real
It looks like an alligator is licking its chops
And I will look for you
On the other side of the galaxy
I'll look for you, I'll look for you
On the other side of the galaxy
Keeping It All Together
Sally Astronomicle:
I feel freezing
My mind is easing
On to the picnic table
That sits spits teething
Zebba Whitsen:
Winds of fire
World of flaming brains
Keeping it all together
Keeping it slightly sane
Wenduvian Women:
A figure of a man
Conjectured in his shadow
Dogs are waterlogged
In the straight and (bone) marrow
Space Leopards:
Say, we will return
Let the chorus wheel burn
All chameleon thoughts, we will discern
When Sunlight Through the Window Came
Zebba Whitsen:
When sunlight through the window came
Pouring through like the Persian armies
Crowding Drought and Harmony
In the Drying Season
The Oligantigalle Prose Militia had already
Extended itself to the Cod Regallas�
Cosmic Collapse
Biibyl Midribel:
There are rumors…
Of the StarFlower's origins
And how he forged twilight into flame
Marring an inexplicable stain
Strange Western After-life Dream
Zebba Whitsen:
Come around and join the celebration
We will slow dance
To eternity's sweet melodies
And then the swift fiddler
Will join the banjo player
And bluegrass will emanate from the concert hall
Come around and join the celebration
This is a glimpse into
A strange Western after-life dream
Grab your partner
Dose-e-doe
Let loose your joy and forget your woes
There is a herd of mythic cattle
And their hooves were made of pure gold
They are said to graze in vast fields
O to find them searching on the living plains in vain
Yet here in the dream
Here in the dream…
Tabal Sforen
Parsven Undertoad:
I have a big belt-buckle
W/a mural of skeletal steers
Let us be spirited cowpokes in this ghost town
Six shooters
And I think I have
Caught my spurs in the sagebrush
Phosphorous bandits in bandanas
Rickety steel wagons w/so much gold
They ride right through them
I want your silver coins in my saddlebags
Wenduvian Women:
But we don't want to fight the bad men!
Lollygag Brutus:
They came herding into town
Paint the buildings lime-green reverse
There is desperation in the pleas of the townsfolk
Wagons of silver shot to pieces
In the saloon they all have a shot of whiskey
Except for Tabal Sforen, who lingers in a corner
They see gallows and flames reflected in his eyes
Sally Astronomicle:
He is a phantom in rhinestone duds
He goes dancing through space
For the red-blooming buds
Where the Shrill Beckons
Tabal Sforen:
I see a dark silhouette at the frame of the door
An etching of a cowboy hat
Smiles back from Gorgolo's Saloon window
You can see them
Yes, they are singing
You can see them all still drinking
Where restless spirits go
When they cannot sleep
And you know, cowboys are always the last to leave
On the space range
You can go insane
If you do not take in the beauty
On the space range
Your life they will claim
For the bounty hunt is their duty
Where the shrill beckons
Well, I reckon
Life goes by in milliseconds
Marble Planet
Space Leopards:
We are on a planet
Haunted by an array of overcast spirits
We have come for the statue of Dia de los Muertos
This statue we will take
I hope our gravity boots do not shake
For then the statue will drop and break
Then our greedy hearts would ache
We are on a planet made wholly of marble
Once Upon a Strange Occurrence
Vestaisiax:
Once upon a strange occurrence…
A token for the esteem of ditch-diggers
They have gained many a space explorer's trust
No one sees the mad skeletons
Scratching on the asylum walls
Dungeons of Planet Sinaveve
Parsven Undertoad:
What lurks in the now-seemingly tranquil
Dungeons of Planet Sinaveve
Could it be beastly knights?
Ready to cast a rusty blade at invisible opponents
Could it be the chop-block man?
Ready to lop off the noggins of unfaithful servants
Are the star-crossed lovers going to save each other from disparate peril?
Not down here, no
There is a place for them to stretch out
Way out
Maybe as far out as they can go
And the human-spike tomb is a good way
To catch up on some much needed rest
The Duke of Planet Sinaveve comes down the dungeon steps
What does he think of all this madness?
He revels in the sight
The Duke of Planet Sinaveve:
More to it all,
More to it all!
Shall We Dwell?
Zebba Whitsen:
I think of yesteryear
And wander through a good dream's voice to hear
Lovely thoughts of the well
Where our cherished waters dwell
Can you not feel my love for you, my dear?
Are you thinking, as am I, of yesteryear?
Shall we put on our fancy dress and gaudy apparel?
Shall we dance at the ball where royalty waits in peril?
Shall we dwell in a thing of haunting beauty?
Where we can see each other by the light of a moonbeam
What do you intend to do with the remaining hours of the evening?
Shall we dwell in the forbidden land where the teasing breeze turns freezing?
Ephemeral Splinter
The StarFlower:
The residual influence
Of a Greek Tragedy's affluence
Light Years from Now
Lollygag Brutus:
Just to be me
And to stand again
By the clear blue sea
Seizing the day
In a sea of knowledge
A place where carefree lambs go to frolic
Pronounced
The StarFlower:
I have quoted in the past
A memory of glass
That fogs when the breath of ages
Increases voluminous wavelengths to inspire new youth
Let me calmly expose sharp talons used to grip a false body
We have crushed a head not even worth dropping
Silhouettes of Former Men
Vestaisiax:
Beside a hill of shattered ornaments
Extraneous limbs feign a weak attempt
Infinite worlds collapse in sheer black
I am here standing in front of stage-prop pearls
To exhibit the show
At long last
Aureole
Zebba Whitsen:
Laid a wreath for my soul to keep
It rests in the wither of Bitter Winter
It wouldn't keep, would not keep
Sincerity carefully set to recede
Not even the freshest appearance
Of our precious spirits
Lasts long enough to keep
No wreath could contain
The depths of my
Broken-down composure
When I have vanished
Bending to the night's abandonment
Frigid grounds will keep
But what when sincerity carelessly recedes?
Eyes like December Glass
Biibyl Midribel:
A blackbird has a perch on a cauldron
Eyes like December glass
Sensational spirits sip fine wine in a chalice of silver
Planet Sinaveve holds the dreams of unwanted night chills
Rustling chains
Jack-in-the-rack
What new means of imprisonment will they use against themselves?
By all means
New incantations are the way sensational spirits call forth their lost loves
Planet Sinaveve Lament
Biibyl Midribel:
O Planet Sinaveve!
How could I think that living in you
Would be like living in a dream within a dream?
I throw down my troubadour's dance
And in anguish take up
My knight's lance
Dandelion-lady of the Lake
Zebba Whitsen:
If your eyes
Do not shine
W/some things you know
You may not
Make them glow
It is your lovin' I just don't know
Lollygag Brutus:
Where are you going?
I can see your tired feet
Walking up and down Camelot's old village street
Zebba Whitsen:
On the mountain top it is snowing
I would like to meet
Your love that makes men shiver when you are sweet
Whisper Your Name
Zebba Whitsen:
Languidly moving from side to side
I see where my fellow mind
Does take its place in the moon to abide
You made a change
Once you were my main
Squeeze, but you won't
Let me even hold your hand anymore
You were once my glittering comfort
My shade in the sun
My shelter in the rain
Now you will not even let me
Whisper your name
At the creek-bed
Where I cannot raise my head
To see you
Tell me, is this the last I have seen of you?
I hear what you say,
But it does not seem to be true
Because I know
That you are going to stick around
Deep down inside
And I will still
Whisper like a clown
When you've cried
The Brook
Zebba Whitsen:
You have reached the brook
The lonely brook
At your reflection, you took a look
You came out looking like no one cared
You turned into a bird without feathers
You do not have it all together
Your land of supple lovin' seems to be bare
Why will I not let you?
You know I will not forget you
Why will I not let you move on?
You've lost lovin' for me and it just seems wrong
But you
You won't let us go
You're a pinching for an inch on love
And itching for a living
Sally Astronomicle:
I may be drained
Still I have love for you the same
Zebba Whitsen:
All you wanted was love
Now the day is turning gray
And all you wanted is slowly going away
Whatever Time May Bring
Zebba Whitsen:
You know it well by now, my friend
We can go through this again
All over the place
All over every place
I see you rockin' away
It's time to let love chase you down
And bring many hearts around
It is time you know
Whatever time may bring
Hold me close so our hearts can sing
Together
Yes, together
Together, whatever
Time may bring
You know I will love you
And it is in you being with me
That I believe in
Don't You Know, Baby
Zebba Whitsen:
Babe,
O don't you know
I love you, baby
Don't you know I love you, baby?
You drive drive drive me
You have really got my pedal to the floor
I am all revved up
And I am rip-roaring
Babe,
O don't you know
I love you, baby
Don't you know I love you, baby
You fly fly fly me
All around the universe
I have my hyper-drive all geared up
And my wings are on the rise
As I see you on the horizon
Babe, You Know
Sally Astronomicle:
Babe, you know
I love you
Babe, you know
It is true
Starlove
Beside me ‘til the end
Come to me, we will live the future tense
Girl, I Have a Secret Place for Us to Go
Zebba Whitsen:
Girl, I want you to know
Girl, I have a secret place for us to go
Thin rivers can be made wide
And we will get carried away on the spatial tide
To our secret place
An island with a rainbow waterfall
I really love it when the moon calls out your name
I think we were meant for this secret place
We will sit and talk
Then we might take a twilight walk
It is so serene
Here in this secret place
I just love how the night with you tastes
Sunshine Love
Sally Astronomicle:
Miniature goldbeaters
So many fish eaters
Can you catch the card cheetahs?
Down ‘round them parts
You might find a ghost
Holding on to a candy heart
Professor Obrioutte:
Impulsive
Can it be
Repulsive
Is it he?
Propulsion
How fast is free?
Lollygag Brutus:
I tried to batten down the hatches
W/a box of wet matches
The Venusian elephant broke free from its cage
As Zebba harnessed a molecular ray
Zebba Whitsen:
This is my love for you
You have to see
My love is true
I am dancing on the
Dream of love
River is flowing
Our love is glowing
You are my sunshine love
We're dancing on the dream
Yeah, we're dancing on the dream of love
Give me your hand
I'll take you through the dream
Give me your love
I'll show you so much to believe
Sunshine love
Dream of love
We're dancing
I will hold the embrace you have given
In our dream of love
That I am truly living
Rockin' the Juke-joint
Zebba Whitsen:
We'll rock the juke-joint at the twilight hour
We'll try not to make any faces turn sour
We have the moves
Yeah, we can prove
That we are rockin' the juke-joint
They serve patties and fries
We will give all you people a live surprise
You will not believe your eyes
‘Cause the way we rock
We're going to knock
Your socks right off
Intruder Alert!
Lollygag Brutus:
Excuse me, Miss
How do you do?
I see you have on
Your red high-heeled shoes
Where you headed?
Are you going my way?
From the way you look you have something to say
But are you going to look at me?
I have a dog hitched up to dancing fleas
He even does tricks
If you throw him a stick
He will go fetch
There are many fish
In this galactic sea
But none of them are as quite a catch
As you
And please do not think of me as rude
No, I do not meant to intrude
I would just like to ask you
What would you do
If you were in love, too?
I know I have a reputation
Some folks call me the jolly-Lolly jerk
O I see that I have put you on intruder alert
Carousel Song
Space Leopards:
Gasses harasses
Have to be alive
Because they are alive
Because they are alive
Carousing the housing
Has painted windows
Because they are alive
Because they are alive
Carousel parasail
Had a broken implement
Because they are alive
Because they are alive
Twilight City
Vestaisiax:
Something glows in it
Glows within the twilight city
Shall we dwell within its gleaming walls?
Lollygag Brutus:
Lap up your cactus sugar-water
It will put you in a good mood
Zebba Whitsen:
I hear you say that you are waiting
So I wonder if we are still debating
Is it worth the weight
In heartache?
You will find
Men lose their minds
Sometimes
You skip sand dollars across the shoreline
Are you trading the grain of sand for the granule?
Are you trading the year for the annual?
Coagulated Music Video
Professor Obrioutte:
There is no need of breaking
Your head over bricks
And throwing the dice
Over magic tricks, neighbor
Hope I do not gripe that the sabre-
Tooth clock is always
Ahead of the Reticulum Biotics
O it is derivative!
Give a dog
A tuffet
Of a puppet
Let us make a music video
Where all the stage props dance around
Then coagulate like blood
Exposing their nucleus of dalliance
Patients of Destiny
Daalar Kricho:
I am what you look for in the night
The stormy horizon and the playful shadows
Taking form on the window-sill
All night creatures are born of the midnight will
Do you hear the fake rustling of the leaves?
I did not know that the corruptible ones could conceive
Of a night so awash in a star-light spectacle
I do intend to make use of the festivities
Let us not hasten the dreaded hour of sunrise
It is a time of much contemplation
We operate on the patience of destiny
We seek out the patients of destiny
A Wild Blue Adonis
Sally Astronomicle:
Zebba, the star-beams are upon us
I see you as a wild blue Adonis
Images Culled from Obscurity
Professor Obrioutte:
The haunted castles
Brightening floods
Let us not get carried away
Don't be foolish
But be courageous
That you may not suffer miscarriage
The invisible hand
The grasping throat man
I hope we find Earth soon
Principalities prenatal esophagus
Not a charity of breathing
As you may expect
Upside-down Poetess
Wenduvian Women:
A poetess for Earth is bound
Her world is upside-down
She has a silly frown
The color of a gold-crème crown
She will wear
In her rose-washed hair
This Oblivion Fate
Daalar Kricho:
It is lonely in this tomb
It is lonely in this life's cell
But now I have some company in this dark well
Because we all know what misery loves
And I have made a vow to myself
The misery is a gift I will give to others
It is lonely in the torture chamber of the devil's den
Beaten by the seductress
Love to her is pain and solace
I have tasted her sweet rapture
She is like the burning daughter of the Euphrates River
When my senses were severed from my subconscious
Let loose the immortal context
Of destiny spent imprisoned
Let loose the immortal context
Of destiny meant for oblivion
This oblivion fate
A soul dangling near the mouth of the gate
Can you catch the formless child before the vow breaks?
Daylight Hears You Crawl
Parsven Undertoad:
Daylight hears you crawl
Daylight here she comes
Talking to you pleasantly
About the weather presently
It seems there might be
A storm coming through
She wants to talk with you
And tell you all about what she saw
A water drop firstly
Then steady the sky was bursting
And the desert used to be thirsty
She came in
And she sat down
At the table
Her hair was dark and brown
She stared for a minute
Then looked down for two
She was chasing spirits
In Gorgolo's Saloon
Daylight hears you crawl
Across the desert
Into the bathroom stall
You've made your bed
In muddy straw
She thinks the sun is coming for us all
Eternal Scent
Zebba Whitsen:
I feel like I have been crawling out of the dirt
Trying to get back to Earth
I am far away from home
The scent of other souls
Do they think that they are alone?
I have struggled to be set free
W/the dancing rivers of desire
My soul will be refreshed
I am far away from home
The scent of other souls
Do they think that they are alone?
I am giving you a message to get back
To the place from where I was sent
I am finding your everything from your eternal scent
Bone Plateau
Space Leopards:
There is a bone plateau
Have you ever noticed the edges of finger-laces,
How sharp they are?
To walk the distance of scarred transportation
And never make it from the couch to the car
The highways have bled
With lives unfortunately fled
They will afford for n
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