10-22-2006, 08:54 PM
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I met you on an airplane.
We were flying to the mountain beyond belief.
The plane crashed into a tree
And I landed on your head.
I melted into your hair.
Your hair was sparse and brown
But I turned your hair electric blue.
I congealed and turned your hair into a thickly tangled slimy mess.
At first people complimented your new hairstyle
But you soon decided having two hundred pounds of congealed man on your head was more trouble than it was worth.
You rinsed your hair in the sink.
You rinsed your hair with hot rusty water
And again I begin to melt.
I melt and mix and swirl with the water
And we flow to the Sea of Change
Where there is much change to be found.
We flow through the quarters and dimes,
The water,
the rust,
and I.
As we drain down toward the sea floor
we see a chessboard growing larger
At least from our perspective.
We land on the board
Where we will become the pieces.
The water will be the king and queen.
The rust will be the pawns
And I will be the rooks,
the bishops,
and the knights.
We will wage war on all our enemies.
We will wage war against the real estate market
Who did not let me rent an office with a view of the brick walls.
There were only offices whose windows opened to the beautiful blue sky.
I got used to the sky
But I never forgot the brick walls
Which I loved with all my heart.
I loved the brick walls with all my heart and lungs.
My lungs wanted earthen air.
They wanted air scented by the earthenware bricks,
But now they drown in the rusty water
To whom I am now such a close friend.
My good friends, the rust and the water, sit on the board with me
And we dream of days to come
When we will smite the real estate market
And its friends the utilities,
Like the phone,
the heat,
and the water.
The rust and I will crush our traiterous royalty
And overcome our enemies on our own.
We will create a new day
Where the office windows will open to the bricks
And from your faucet will flow pure rust.
I will build a time machine from the rust
And I will go back to the time
When I will have gotten that office I had wanted so badly.
I will have never fled with you on that plane
But instead will have married you.
I will have married you
And you and I will have had little rusty babies,
And I will not have been on your head.