I once had a dream where I popped out of a booth at an arcade and a guy looked at me and I said, “Holy shit you gotta try this one is so great because you start off naked and confused and can’t really tell what feet are or what hands are and then these giant people all coo at you and say words that aren’t real words but are supposed to communicate something until the giant people start doing things like sticking spoons of gooey food in your mouth pretending like it’s an airplane and then you poop yourself and it totally sucks until the giant people wipe it up and it was totally awesome because eventually I started figuring out this thing where one foot steps forward and then another one steps forward in front of the previous foot and I’m sure I would have kept figuring stuff out like how to wipe my own butt but then I must’ve not put enough quarters in because the game put me on a window sill and I fell right out.”
National Poetry Writing Month #6
April 6, 2010 by timpadraic
Pretty much yeah.
Being naked and not knowing where you hands and feet are – a lot like an LSD trip. Don’t forget that.
People cooing at you, feeding you mush and wiping your butt. Made you happy and content.
Don’t forget that.
Someday I will be naked, not knowing where my hands and feet are, with you feeding me mush and wiping my butt.
I expect it will make me happy and content.
Don’t forget that.