Dryads

Say I’m dancing with my daga, to Louie Armstrong, “la vie en rose”, and I put on my tail, as I head outdoors, in the suburban bush at midnight, among the victims all, all already choking, spewing, screaming and laughing, in the lava of hell.

I wonder, thru shades sprawled, called fallen trees by all, when, beside a wall, a sprite appears, bedecked with diamonds and sparkling eyes, she smiles, and says, (as if chewing gum),

“Take off the mask, put on a tie, around the tail, take the tie and wind it round the tail, shake it at the girl until she sees, then take them off and give them to her. Keep walking and don’t stop, enter the tree, and she will tie your hands.”

And I just read the Mabinogion, got me thinking, of ways to explain how ODD I find you, to place you in those scenes seems so natural, strange shapes and scenes, and dreams, shiftings, remind me of revolving round you, I’m mental but it’s true.