episodes of strange and unusual fish - part 3.5

                   never fly standby on a sunday
                 (probably a fractured faerytale)

tom waits is a strange looking beast—
           he inspires such raging thought-cacophonies

           that i breathe newness into every O2 molecule
            slipping past swollen throat to seethe through
                                        lungs and infect my blood—
                                freeing force to universe to create to

                                                      go mad

i’ve broken free of florescent madness
                                            and neon sacraments
leaving behind twelve-hour airport adventures
                                            and empty glass rings

i never knew just how your carnivalesquence carved guitars
from the gears of my internal clock
           so you talk to strangers setting questions like fruit cocktails
           as i tap my foot to nick cave on 30,000ft of wind whipping
                                                      dreams of striking it rich in

vegas looked the other way and i slipped by
invisible between the flashing machine-molecules
                                            and rainbow reverberations
if i look back (i can almost feel elvis chasing me):

“this airport operates at a high level of security.
 you can help increase the effectiveness of the
 airport                security                 program
 by following a few
                           simple
                                     procedures”
“Thank you for your Cooperation”

 so i clutch my few simple possessions
 and Cooperate with—
                             the counting crows string sentiments
                             inside my otherwise strung-out subconscious:
          “Well mister, if you're going to walk on water
                   Could you drop a line my way?”

i nod in time with the potted plot, the beat and
       “now my chin falls on my breast,
       i pray that this in not a test,
       but if in vegas when i wake,
       i pray the dream my mind to take.”