Red Ghost Mother

Red ghost mother chased the screaming idiot savant out to the black chair room
High orifice devouring the empty space as carpet dust floats minuscule
Pre-surgical hysteria swirls in the minds of lookers on
The waiting room is filled with crinkled eyes and unread magazine
The bathroom becomes refuge to the hypodermic recluse
White room waits for thee

And now I hear the silence of the sun
As chatter blossoms faces come undone
Irreverent and bold and looking on
Their fate they see and I am the stage
That they stare as they wait for the final play

Aunt Dorothy pull the car around
In black suit silent sitting down, through market street
As window blenders next to me
Churn signs and shops and autumn leaves, I fall asleep
As mediocre monuments unhinge and blend all Dali-esque
A park bench turns to elephant, amoeba pulse 'neath flower dress
A street light glows like UFO as rainbows show their
Pots of gold to tired thieves

As clock hands slow undress the time of day and
Morning's molestation starts to fade
The telephone rings, tattles what you say and I am just
The book that you read as you rough draft your autobiography

Should her theories fail to float
She'll quickly turn the other coat and side with me
And should she capsize far from shore
On half built rafts of metaphor she'll drink the sea
The salty lie of lover's moan, with belly full of suds and foam
She lies on bed of roots and stone, fish eye nipples staring on
A light house beacon cuts the fog, her mermaid bottom
Slow dissolves, she finds her feet and leaves

Like pyrite glistening golden to the fool
Distant stars are divination tools
Astrology the science to define
She's reaching for the stars and the sun and the moon
For she fears what's inside the mind