DIZZY UP THE GIRL

epilogue one:
dizzy up the girl
as you whisper in her ear
the things she hates to hear.
make her whine pout, fuzzle fizz
till her sides ache with the black remedy
that frankie put in her drink.

epilogue two:
the message is pure
"golden geese lighten up
and head toward a fresh awakening!"
You'll be revamped to meet today's new paper
with datelines fixed
and the media ambushed in silent wade(wait)
THE GOLDEN DUCKS WILL STEAL THE SHOW!

epilogue three:
pixie pineapple plays with her pineapple
forgoing apples, kiwi, and diet coke
she laughs
she trottles
she snorts
as her feet
kick the soccer ball high up into the air
baby's black balloon makes me soar
high up into the sky
with tear droplets that rain thunderously
down with the tambourine beats of fall

epilogue four:
the phantom of blue pinocolada
sits at the escapade
as the jointly accidental tourist
makes her touch down
in a fuzzy warm
foreign land
"It's PIXIE PINEAPPLE!
You've GOT TO COME SEE HER!
SHE WON'T STAY LONG,
yet you'll have to PAY HER!"
writes
gestures
and faint doodlings of a somewhat
pinkish orangey splatter of ink
comes oozing down the edge of
the cardboard paper box.
"LOOK! Mummy says DHL does deliver well on
time. SANTA'S POSTAGE GOT HERE NEARLY
ON TIME!"
peter looks down,
wriggles his limb in sheer excitement
reading the dated mark print at the right hand
corner, decked neatly in a square near the top
"TO JOHNNY:
MERRY CHRISTMAS MY DEAR BOY,

Posted on the 1st of DEC
FLORIDA
west wing drv
coastal 784"



the patent writer skips over the drought and scribbles in mimic love hued affairs.
brush the bristles off autumn's season. I'm beckoning it to come, quickly.. to restore my SANE scribblings of nothing.