Daye 62 / Stuffed Nasturtium Blossoms

stuffed nasturtium blossoms made from
capers
cream cheese
and pesticide-free nasturtiums for breakfast
a whisper comes from a corner of the city
look at this look at this
like a fool i drop everything and i come running...
somebody just caught macropinna microstoma
a fish with a transparent head which lives in the pacific ocean
in the bay of bengal a young fisherwoman hauls in an umbrellamouth gulper eel
''it's mouth is so loosely hinged that it can swallow an animal larger than itself..'' she laughs
it swallows the fisherwoman whole
a crowd of gloaters gather around the bloated eel
as it thrashes about on the jetty
it thrashes about so much that it's long whip-like tail is tied into a dozen knots
there's a kind of commotion
people can't decide what to do
''shall we try to free the devoured fisherwoman?'' they ask me
i shrug my shoulders
''..or unknot the eel's tail and throw it back into the sea?...''
i walk into a city in the desert
two men and a woman approach me
the woman looks deep into my eyes
''you can use these ants
as a hallucinogenic... they're california harvesters...
but you have to swallow them alive...'' she says
i grimace
''er, thanks but no thanks!.."
then as some sort of explanation
''...i'm a vegetarian!''
i lie down under the hot sun in the shade of some large red rocks
and i dream about rachael biggs: model by day and human sushi platter by night
and spongebob squarepants
and charlotte perkins gilmans florid yellow wallpaper
and arthur machen
and quantum mechanics
and φ the golden ratio
and dimethylene tryptamine blacklight lanterns & acid
and the invaders 'nightmare' & the forbidden planet
and the nylon man: he melted at 263°C
and the moki snake dance which brings on the rainy season
and natural harvest: a collection of semen-based recipes by fotie photenhauer
did you know that the natural world has an instinct to alter consciousness?
and that multiple wasp stings are known to induce mildly hallucinogenic effects
such as increasing the intensity of colours and the perception of geometric forms
and i dream about orgone
and wilhelm reich and his son
john dee
nikola tesla
and david elieser deutsch
and mihail kalatozov
to err is human...to forgive is not our policy: the massachusetts institute of technology assassins guild
reality and hyperreality: is there a difference?
and then i dream about home
flowery fields
and lark hill
and the bollin valley
and the river m
and bowdon
and goosey green
and C.o.M.
and the stange matter hypothesis
and the strange language of the pirahã
and the schwarzgerät
and wabi-sabi
and george shipman talking to an imaginary martian
and egyptian hieroglyphs linear b and the eldritch glyphs of the maya
and sabbatai zevi publically uttering the forbidden YHVH
and the golem arising to defend the jewish ghetto's of prague during the 16th century pogroms
and language which is just a virus from outer space
and a planeload of rabbis and mystics hold an airborne prayer meeting over C.o.M.
in the belief that it will help check the spread of swine flu
and robert clarke's the hideous sun demon is playing to an empty house
and so is my father's piano
and then i dream der maya tapestrie
and there was a crack in his head
and a little bit of the dark world came through
and pressed him to death
and i dream of k & b & d
and harin starkje
and hitch underleary lucy molloy and mex
and i wonder where they are at this moment
and bid is in his studio under the stairs
with his collection of guitars & basses & moogs & jupiter-8's
and brion's in his big white house on tempest drive
and chris cult is always searching in vain
for something that's been right under his nose all along
and then i dream of st b who is always around anyway
and nicky bonfire
and aurora & wlw
and páll & kristin
and marc & june bolan
and the dawn star
and syd
and arthurly
and bob calvert
and lennon & harrison
and sky sunlight saxon
and the girl up a tree on a swing
and licorice
and the swan girl
and that girl from dream #17544
and little miss nowhere
and just another field but what they planted there
and caz the psykick hit(wo)man
and the blue pig
and little sue in st albans
and mandy
and our lady of the lights
and a being with five billion mouths
billy pilgrim unstuck in time
klarkash-ton stranded in greenland-hyperborea
and what about determinism
do we have a free will?
and writers don't own their words
since when do words belong to anybody
i dream about an old old man
who practises divination by interpreting dreams
and my dreams are becoming like films
i just sit back and watch as the stories unfold
the images come and go
and the old man's granddaughter is an obscure artist
she performed once with annie sprinkle
in the legend of the ancient sacred prostitute
and i dream of quantum immortality and the mwi
and i'm sitting beneath the branches of holy yggdrasil
there appears three maidens deep in the knowledge
and the magus zoroaster meets his doppelgänger walking in the garden
comes running to me for help
and all i can do is to point him in the direction of the three maidens
and i meet a small boy who thinks i'm his mother
i have her face he says
and i must give it back if i am not her
but i turn into a bird and fly off over the water
and then over the border into alejandrina
and i enter the library there
it's full of cobwebs
there's dust everywhere
i can't find the book i want
or the exit
and time is pressing
and i feel as if I have already died
and am now living a posthumous existence
and everything is temporary
and what if i wasn't there in the physical
until the three of you dreamed me into being
and i awake years later in the cave of the seven sleepers
and i am walking down artists lane
and it's so stormy up here
as i walk out onto stormy point
the storm nymphs are dancing barefoot under the dark sky
the lemonades are dancing barefoot in the meadows
and johnny echols cuts loose on his 'lectric guitar
drowns out my words
and i have been moved from my office in the city
to one that looks identical but is in an unfamiliar suburb
something is afoot: my boss and the rest of the staff work at both locations
and something is in the trees...it's coming
and i'm climbing a mountain made of gold
and i plant my flag on the summit
and i've been to the moon
stepped across the sea of rains and the sea of serenity
and i saw behind the moon
saw further than i ever saw before
and something is in the hills...i could hear it stirring
and then somebody finds a neolithic map of mars carved into stones
buried beneath the grasslands of cerrigydrudion
which leads us to believe that it was once covered by a vast ocean
but the map has been discovered ten thousand years too early
mars is arid and the machines which will flood the planet have yet to be invented
but nobody knows this
except you and i
and the nature of time is this:
it is passing and it is passing and it is passing
and the nature of space is this:
it is here and it is here and it is here
and the nature of reality is this:
it is hidden and it is hidden and it is hidden