Monday, June 11, 2018
The Other Places
The many games
(No free fantasy)
..and thus his sex daydream involving
The Composer’s Wife!
Takes place there
mid old-fashioned trappings of heaviest woods.
And she’ll kill him with actual sex when he finally arrives.
Her will so strong he’ll eventually be produced there from elsewhere?
Of course!
When you allow others to create you,
you’re already doomed!
Lured in.
Because so so many things in the infinite seem a mere game!
As they do here: but with a degree of comfort from familiar landmarks.
But once you really sign on!
For anything, anywhere...
For anything, anywhere...
Well…
you pays your money, you takes your chances!
Labels: daydreams, dimensions, infinite universes, sex
Wednesday, February 08, 2017
Trapped In Another's Mind
Yuent's only royalty came
from the Dixie-Whistling
Potato Peeler.
Finally, friend Henny convinced
him to go big.
In his regular job as maintenance
man at Little Jeb Early's Distillery,
he had access to the necessary tools.
A year later, Gert and Henny were
invited to Yuent's bungalow.
All hell broke loose. No, really.
The door opened to brilliance and
an overpowering stench.
Spun Henny around, an elbow striking
Gert, who ran as if her hair afire.
Was. Plunged into nearby Brunson's Pond.
The new police chief waited for the firemen
to finish, and then found no bodies. Neither
man. Gert in hospital for shock and burns
etc.
From Harvard, and kept their files
on his desk thereafter. Labeling both
"AD?"
For Another Dimension.
Henny's received the additional designation
TM.
Labels: dimension, dimensions, experiment, invention, mind capture
Friday, December 13, 2013
Getting somewhere?
-Dreams turn the locks we fear.
-Uh huh. Well I had the lost one again. The familiar grid
and sights, and yet I'm queasy throughout.
-Who are the messengers?
-You can call them that. They're just there.
-What're they like?
-Extremely affable.
-No wonder. Because of their job.
-Which is?
-To lead you to another dimension.
-Oh? How came you by this intelligence?
-By feeling.
-Yeah, that stuff which leads to shit?
-Not this time.
-Besides, how do I know they won't trap me into
that bourne from which no traveler returns?
-You're here now, aren't you?
-Gave me a raincheck.
-Nonsense! In the next dream you might
achieve the dimension and check another out.
-Can't wait.
-But you must, for walking life is not a dream, really.
-Oh I don't know. Just one of your dimensions too?
-You're getting there. A truly future being. And past
and present, too. All simultaneously.
-Don't tell my mother.
Labels: dimensions, dreams, messengers
Saturday, July 02, 2011
Dimensional
This one's due
to run out soon-
er than later.
Trick's to find
the forever model,
grace perpetual.
Some feel they have,
that it's their due, but I'm
thinking secular: thus and
so, no angels need apply.
Their wings be scrunched up
anyway, by all the infinite folds.
Labels: dimensions, physics, religion
