Mike Kong

My future once told me that a liar was waiting in the hangar--took a dry razor and ran it across the ground. Said,"This is where heaven lies." Left went home to the carousel where they hang the newspapers to dry after a long rain. Wind tunnels bore out holes in there arms leaving caverns where lichens develop. They say you can tell where the air is clean because of those things. I still think it's better to keep them from growing on your teeth like tombstones' green fuzzy blankets. I lay my head on them when I'm feeling nauseous. The hallucination starts kicking in and my body tenses up. Once I found myself a left leg thief stealing my other leg--taking it away like it was his to keep. Leg thieves don't know any better when your twisting along side the segmented nether world laughing hysterically, crying, playing games with tears and smearing sanity all over the floor. Compelling--I know. It was 2 days long that she left me--never came back. All alone. Stupid. In silence and amorphous. That's when the sun fell down, got buried in the moldy jello, sweet pasty dirt grinding between my teeth. I think I chipped a few. Might need to go see the dentist.