Drweams

Courty Wild is a 16 year-old Buttface on the cusp of greeting her Thoery of belonging forever to the Forever Man.

Theo is a 16 decade-old menace to Utopia, which is a four-mile by a quarter-mile quadrant of the beautiful city Opal Dung.

Courty raps up her 16 hour day at the Yodel Brunt with a Hoo Ha to Bargain Slow Drweams.

She blows the Factories a kiss with twice tattered mule feet.

At 9 at night, Theo sees her twindle by the Corpse Lawn and frondles his way up her side.

Behind the 80 foot tall, 80 ton stature of a specific bean, they whisper two to one inches facing each others faces, eyes, limp lips, singy nose tips. 80 feet away is the 4 foot statue of Young Bean Plant, before it grew beans.  { inspired by In Watermelon Sugar }


"whhhhy we going to Polla's dreary drweam Cosa tomorrow?" hums Courty.

"we going to Yodel like Dead from forevers . . . Don't we?" sums Theo.

I forgot which Drweams to lube the feed nubes.

"Cmon sally, we is a dear friend to those nubes over in the Fifty Fif quadrant" ... he was right.

"m'names Courty Wild, i know you know, but you jokes are old. Okay, they is the bums that love our from here nownesses. .. White Wild Dresses No One is ever Forgets "   you too greg.

She was right.

We sway our way to the Wild wind, just past the cliff's edges.

No more newness, we wake Forever and They Speak our names only once now . . .  for ever. We feel good.

                                     { and finnegans wake }