Killer Girls and Flesh Eating Zombies

My brain feels like it has a lava lamp inside

The glass has a long crack going across the front

I think it’s time to rotate the winter Mucha

Slide up the spring beauty with her berries and birds

Tis the season for old fashioned double features

Killer girls and flesh eating zombies will rule this year

Milking the eternal weaknesses for all they are worth

The pole humping, lap dancing nemesis at play

I'll drop some winter pounds and grow a new tanned skin

Feed my birdies and then the melodies will come

Make my life sound thrilling with my red ukulele

While I pour down grey geese and nibble olives

I’ll collect pie birds and light incense each day

While praying for a zoftig desperate housewife

Practice my innocent pagan rituals

And shake off my past Christian guilt like a wet dog

Hang Wicca twig men in the lush green forests

And read about the Peloponnesian war years

Polish my ceramic frogs for the porch display

Lock all my greed and ambition in my sea chest

Gripping my buckhorns on my hog for back relief

I'll turn fifty after a four twenty bong hit

Dropping in just to ask questions and make one think

Then listen to baseball while hammering fine nails

Grow some fat tomatoes in hanging flower pots

And number my candles with secret  hieroglyphs

Yes, my head will crack open like a rotten egg

Then the healing will begin, and the moon will smile

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008

Author's Note: The Path to Consciousness Series