Lullaby.

Now then, child: Pull up the covers & close your eyes & I’ll sing you a sweet little sleep song. Lie back – relax – breathe in – breathe out, and it goes like this, you see.

Lie back… Relax… Breathe in… Breathe out… And it goes… Like this… You’ll see:

You see, it’s not The End when the lights go out, when the Darkness comes, you see? Tho to all the world your breath has fled, YOU do not cease to be. Tho you do not speak & you do not smile & you miss that planned appointment. Still you hear their voices, share their cries, as the priest soaks you in ointment.

Hehe… Shh! No no, child. No, no. It’s okay. It’s alright. Don’t stir, don’t fuss. Now we’re nearly to the crux of my tale!

Now then, where was I? Ah yes, that’s right, & it goes like this, you see… Lie back… Relax… Breathe in… Breathe out… And it goes… Like this… You see:

& you’re still just you when they bury you & they cover you in mud. & you see it! hear it! smell it all! tho they drained you of your blood.

& your soft parts harden & your hards get soft & you take on purplish hue. But you hear the drums & the stone man comes & he steals what’s best of you. Yes you hear the drums & the stone man comes & he steals what’s best of you.

Your skin sloughs off, your bones break down, & the worms come in to chew. Then the roots grow up, come out your eyes so they block out most your view. What’s left to see’s so bad by then, you’re thankful when they do!

Putrescence! Putrescence! That trusty state that comes & claims us all. Turns all what was your brains to pus, then bugs swarm in to crawl. 4 years of Latin that you took when you were but a boy? It’s in some maggot’s stomach - Now, who’ll eat all your Tolstoy?

& doodlebugs hurry down thru the parts that did hold all your fears. & flowers grow up thru your ribs & beetles lap your tears. & then someday, your mind will fade, but that will still take years. Cos YOU stay there when out of air, your Mind just clicks & clears.

& um, well... The song goes on like this for quite a while, child, w/ corporeal breakdown & generalized rot. But then it gets kinda ugly in the verse comes next, so I’m skipping to the end, you see.

& it's ugly 'round the middle of the verse comes next, so I’m skipping to the end, you see.

To where the girls skip double dutch on top the grave where the flowers grow that ate ya. & they sing a song ‘bout what went wrong & what it was unmade ya.

They go:

Time will tell
If your ratty old Hell
Is the hole where the gal’s
Gonna send you

But you’d better not cry
Cos you’re sure to die
& the gal w/ the mask’s
Gonna end you!

(& faster:)

Time goes tick-tock
Bones rap knock knock
Late to call the doc-doc
The Grok! It’s the Grok!

Time goes tick-tock
Bones rap knock knock
Late to call the doc-doc
The Grok! It’s the Grok!

The Grok! It's the Grok! It's the Grok!

Alright, child, that’s it for now. Nighty night.

Sweet dreams & kisses…

Your typical crackhead.

The City came to tear down the trees. Not ALL of the trees, but rather, ONE of the trees. The one which used to grow by the curb outside my bedroom window.

It was a very old tree - older than me, I suppose - but the City came to tear it down because crackheads stored their pipes & their lighters & their cheap rock cocaine inside a hollow place in the tree trunk.

It wasn't the tree's fault.

I went outside to watch them tear down the tree. Some police officers came to watch, too. They parked at weird angles all over & turned on their lights & red & white & blue flashed on all the houses.

While we were waiting, the police told me some things about crackheads.

//Your typical crackhead can smell an officer on the beat from a mile & a 1/2 away.\\

//Your typical crackhead can take 3 bullets at 20 paces & still lift up a car.\\

//Your typical female addict can give birth to baby crackheads 5 times a year.\\

//Crackheads cannot perceive the color blue & when pursued or scared, have been known to dead leap a 15 ft. fence.\\

//The eyes of longterm addicts will gradually migrate to the sides of their heads like rabbits or other hunted animals.\\

After hearing these things, I think I might want to do crack.

I've never lifted a whole car before!