Don’t REFUSE me, don’t RATE me, I’m not to be SCHEDULED
for my INERT trunk has grounded me
made me SOLID
my MATERIAL existence
HARD to HANDLE, even BULKY
I TIRES easily and REQUIRE SPECIAL HANDLING
I have no MINIMUM height
CHARGing you “BUY” the TON
don’t PULL-OFFS me and leave me UNCOVERED
with rats to LOAD my fronds: “SUR” CHARGE off!
my WASTE is HAZARDOUS
Now, with my head in the LIQUID and my feet in the sun,
do you think this date was worth
$40.07 a TON?
Happy Birthday Tovah 11/27/?
Was it a dream, was it real, was I the new “Whore of Babalon” ? I awoke feeling sick to my stomache “Oh Nooo! I can’t be impregnated with the love child of Jack Parsons“. Once the tears had dried, I looked up from my bed and there it was, hovering above me. A mid-century Sputnik Chandelier. A reminder of our shared afternoon of gentle probing. I found a small note attached. It said “Dearest Whore, I found this curbside beauty on Church Street in Highland Park. The cloud bulbs are from the 99 Cent store down on York Blvd. Sweet dreams toots, your Lord and Master, Jack”
crap
My love letter from Master Jack