John Kilzer Wet Picasso
Once Upon A Time in the Land of Nod
there lived a Stranger who believed in God
he wore a cross to profess his faith
and all the Nodders hissed when he displayed
a wooden splinter ’bout the size of a pin
that glowed in the dark and beckoned the wind
to spread blossoms on the Tomb and dab their necks in
sweet Perfume
He laughed
He cried
He put the mud in my eye so
I tripped on a four-leaf clover and barely leapt up and
over
a blind venetian behind shades and landed in a crystal
cave
when out from a rock shot Dante with mescal chips and
high picante
He pointed to the 7th sphere
Man it’s way to warm ‘round here
The night watchman started to the run
the deli owner grabbed a gun
The Priest hit the light
don’t let the Bedbugs Bedbugs Bebugs
Bite-sized Indian vertigo
French fries and a medium Burger
to go to Gauguin in Tahitian sand
painting the Natives mauve and tan
when Blood dripped like a Wet Picasso
on the pimps of Harlem and the whores of Moscow
thug planned his coup d’etat
Sister stuffed the bills in her bra
she said don’t scream
don’t fight
don’t let the bedbugs bedbugs bedbugs
Once Upon A Time in the Land of Nod
there lived a Stranger who believed in God
he wore a cross to profess his faith
and all the Nodders hissed when he displayed
a wooden splinter ’bout the size of a pin
that glowed in the dark and beckoned the wind
to spread blossoms on the Tomb and dab their necks in
sweet Perfume
All the sudden the sun turned brown
and all the Children started falling down
and the air was filled with poisonous gas
don’t let the Bedbugs Bedbugs
