THE ILLOGICAL JOURNEY

THERE



I went into the dictionary hall
to buy a dictionary.
I put my buttons in the vagina
and a dictionary
fell in the old tin bathtub below.
I picked it up and walked to the line
of fire-breathing dragons.
I put the dictionary in a dragon’s mouth,
slightly burning my hand,
and pulled it out of his arse
as I passed through.
I walked on to where the waterfall began
and jumped down.arrgghhh!
surfacing on a long unmade bed.
I heard the labour party announce
“the suitcase now arriving on platform 1
is for for turpitude.”
I unzipped and entered.
I sat down on an old tree stump
next to a young wardrobe.
I put on my seed pods
and listened to some mathematics.
A Siberian shamen came examining dictionaries.
I showed him mine.
He put it on his minature xylophone.
It made a bad smell.
He nodded and moved on.
The suitcase arrived.
I re-zipped
and took the refrigerator up to the beach.
I walked along with lines of shredded wheat
on either side of me.
The side of beef was open.
I gave some buttons to the Dictaphone
and went in.

BACK

I came out.
The walrus was shining.
I walked the other way.
The shredded wheat gave way
to lines of burnt toast.
I saw a bookcase coming and hopped on.
I showed my dentures to the driver.
I went up the backbone of a fossilised dinosaur.
On the top shelf I found a tub of marge and sat down.
I say watching the burnt toast.
An old twin-tub sat next to me.
We got into a conversation about the weather.
We exchanged mannerisms.
The old twin-tub got off.
I carried on to my perdition.
I went down the backbone and alighted.
It was beginning to moan.
I ran down the keyboard
holding my instincts up.
I came to my cheese sandwhich.
I took out my triangle,
put it in the opened wound,
turned it.
The fear opened.
I went in.