Writings: New Music: 'PROMETHEUS & PANDORA' - ch.3
PROMETHEUS & PANDORA
Chapter 3: ‘Pegasus & Food For Trout
(The Cost vs. The Price)’
All Music Written, Produced, Arranged & Performed by Sananda Maitreya.
Recorded & Engineered by Matteo ‘Sergente’ Sandri
Mixed by Sananda & ‘Sergente’ at TreeHouse Studios, Milano
For TreeHouse Publishing.
All Writings by Sananda Maitreya.
Edited By W. Marmoset Yarn, Oscar Wow !, T.S. Idiot & W.B. Yikes !!!
& Lady Agnes Day
For TreeHouse Publishing &
‘Shoot First & Ask Christian Slater’ Productions.*
Special Thanks To The ‘Chasen Ketchenegger’ Council.
Dedicated To All Of My Counts, Dukes, Urls & Aztec Queens
(If You Know What I Mean) !
*No Very Large Men Carrying Tiny Hand Held Dogs Were Accosted
Or Threatened During The Recording Of This Project. We Behaved
Ourselves As Professionally As Possible Despite The Temptations
Otherwise Presented At Various Times Throughout.
It Must Further Be Acknowledged That We As Of Yet Have No
‘Official’ Interaction With Or Sanction From The Christian Slater
Except Through Empathy & What Tax Exemptions We Might
Possibly Claim Through Obfuscation & General Tomfoolery
A Special Shout Out to Luther Means (& Luther Means Business !)
And To ‘Nappy’ Leon, Dane Bramage, Oliver Boozer, Miles Togo & Annie Gettcher-Gunn
A Very Special Thanks To DJ Fontana & MC Escher !
We Also Thank The Church Of Abstract Physics for its
Adjacent Ephemeral Support.
And As Always A Very Special Thank You To My Heroes in the ‘STONES’,
Mick & Keith (As Well As Fred & Barney) & to ALL Of My Heroes Dead Or Alive.
Last But Not Least A Super Sized ‘Grazie’ to my Amazing Wife & Apologist
Francesca Francone Maitreya For Her Assistance Towards My Living
& To Maceo, Maria-Graziana, Andrea, Carlo, Margherita, Luciano & The Rest Of
Our TreeHouse Enablers.
May God Bless & Keep Us All !
‘Assisted Living’ Indeed.
PEGASUS & Food For Trout
“AS THE STORY UNFOLDS, SO DOES MY WINGS”-PEGASUS
“A HORSE DIVIDED AGAINST ITSELF CANNOT STAND”-
Abraham Bacon & Eggs.
…”Then What Do You Call A Quarter Horse If A Horse Cannot Be Divided?”
-Wild Bill Hiccups.
“Cannibalism Is Not A Subject That Consumes Me.
I’ve No Appetite For The Subject At All.”-
“Food Is A Great Appetite Suppressant”-
“There Is No Power More Attractive To Thieves Than Power They Haven’t Earned”
- Peter Wheat-Straw, The Devil’s Son In Law.
Stay Tuned For ‘LIVE FROM WARSAW’
The NORTH vs. The SOUTH POLES !
Sponsored by The Midlothian ‘Tour’ Tree Promotion Society Lodge 203-
‘When You Make A Sound, We’ll Be Sure To Let Them Know For Miles Around”.
The Importance Of IRON In Our Diet Is That It Promotes Irony.
As Well As The Earnestness Of Being Important.
Irony Smoothes Out The Wrinkles In Our Minds.
“The ONLY Value Of Our Wars Abroad Is To Distract Us From The Substance Of The Wars
On Our Societies At Home.”- Loyal X. Patriot
“I Hit Him In The Face With Liquid Iron & It Knocked Him Out,
I Never Knew It Was So Strong”- Chasen Ketchenegger.
“Just Get Them All On The Boat”-Noah
‘ON ROUGH SEAS, ROCKING THE BOAT MAY JUST SAVE YOUR LIFE’
-Noah’s Cousin, ‘Throah Tantrum-Yoga’.
‘O COME ALL YE FAITHFUL (& Then Leave As Fast As Ye Can) !
‘AT SOME POINT IN THE STORY, THE PAGE MUST TURN
(OR We Can Just Skip The Narrative Altogether & Go Straight
To The Back Of The Book).’
‘You Can’t Judge A Book By Its Cover, But It IS A Good Place To Start
(Besides, What Kind Of Book Walks Around With Its Pages All Open & Exposed?)’.
“Pass The Torch? Are You Insane? This Is MY Torch !
How’s About I Pass You This Gassy Volcano Instead?”-
A Very Distracted & Farting Prometheus
“I Learned All Of My Best Moves While Dancing On Your Grave”-
A Very Pissed Pandora.
Are You Feeling
In Your Swans Today
Are You On Your Lake
Feeling The Waves Of
“I Only Fly To Free Up My View
& Take A Better Look At You.”-
“Without Diligence & Love, Meanness Threatens To Overgrow Anything We Plant”.
-Prometheus & Pandora.
“Grazie Dio Mio”-
Our Dear Peggy Sue
Wears Her Triumvirate
As Were She Given the Wings
To Bear it
Who Rides the Tail
Of a Fiery Wind
When the Bends in the
Straits can Air it
The Western Sun
What The Eastern
From A Sea Foam Perch
Pours Out Her Cream
As But A Little
Food For Trout
The Fish Who Share Their Dream
Of Sirens, Sandcastles & Sauerkraut
Wild Somersaults On Growing Limbs
Walking Ashore When Their
Thoughts Run Out.
‘THE EYE THAT SEES ALL, SEES LESS THAN THE EYE THAT DREAMS’.
Where Did Ye Roam ?
I’m Exhausted & Deleted
Trust You To Find
Our Way Home.
Is that too Conceited ?
For sure Pisces Come To Pieces
When Not Known what the Thesis
Or Where the Police is.
When One Feels Defeated.
I’d Lay in the Cut,
But they’ve Cut out the Creases.
A Curtsey to the Clowns
The Town Unleashes
Courtesy of the
Lost & Found
A Pirouette for the Dames
Percy fixed the levels
& Evened Out the Game
Simon while Simple
Still looks Disheveled.
A Myth with the Resume
Assumed to be Edited by
Authors in the Stench
Of their Rooms.
Before the Evening’s Ticket
& The Leather Loafers Pebbled,
No Laces To Align.
Overhearing An Echoes’ Claim
‘Cause What He Mutters is Still the Same
Each & Every Time.
(He is a Bother to his Own Mother though Not a ‘Nutter’
& There’s Only So Much We Can Assign
So Pass the Peanut Butter
& Spill the Jam,
I Heard This From His Brother,
One Of Us Was Eating Ham & Cheese,
As The Other Deleted Spam,
Cursing In Chinese,
Wringing Both His Hands) !
So Bless Him While He Staggers In Another Man’s Shame
& Still Give Less Than A Damn
While the Rudder of his Boat
Against the Grecian Coral Slams
With Disapproving Notes Singing Out: “I AM”
Through the Croak of Accusing Throats,
Whose Appetites Lust For Fame.
Sometimes he calls his Boat A Ship,
But Only if his Friends are Hip
& Grow Their Own Smoke.
When Michael Rowed The Boat Ashore
We Thought It Was A Joke.
HE RAN AGROUND !
& So We Kicked Him Around
& Sent Him Back Home In
Until The Words He Spoke
Matched The Frequency Of
The Way He Came &
All The Things He Wrote.
As Pegasus Unravels His Wings While his Nostrils Snort
A Jelly Roll To Soothe The Soul &
The Ley Lines that Establish his Imminent Domain
From Ceylon To ‘C’est La Vie’
Men Take Shelter While Their Heroes Takes Aim
& Thus The Extent Of My Report,
As Far As I Can See
The Purview Of My Purse & Pulse
Exceeding The Bounds of Verse
Or Else, Chasing Hunger To Make Things Worse
& Hiding the Things I Plunder.
My Father Was A Seventh Son Who Came Through
Split by Lightning, Slapped by Thunder.
A Stevedore By Trade
& In His Spare Time,
A Pygmy perhaps, a Native
(A Man Skins A Pelt
While the Lone Fox Search)
The One Who Suggested That
Be The Priest In Charge
Of The Church.
Who Loosens His Belt
With A Spanish Lisp,
The Tentacles Of An Octopus
& The Testicles Of A Celt.
Enough to make the Ice Caps Melt.
While Choking out a Gasp,
& Tightening Up His Fist.
Pegasus Drank the Mead:
Others Fell Into Their Wells
At Their Chosen Speed.
Through The Fountains
Of The Abyss.
The Ink Stains My Wrist
(& A Much Shorter Poem
Once Threatened To Be
What THIS IS).
To Make A
Long Story Short
Always Costs A Few
All The Tantrums Thrown
To Keep The Editor In
“I’LL SEE YOU IN HELL, BUT IF YOU GET THERE BEFORE ME,
PLEASE BE PATIENT”.
Pandora Turned Men into
On the Lawn
If They Displeased Her,
Unlike the Lovers She Turned into Swans
Who then Floated like Foam
Upon the Ripples of Moonlight
The Lakes Call Home,
Where The Fawns
Few of them reminded her of Rome
NONE Of Them Were Caesar.
Then Again If Left Too Long Alone,
It Takes Vesuvius To Appease Her.
“I LEARNED ALL MY BEST MOVES WHILE DANCING ON YOUR GRAVE”.
No More Need Be Said.
Need More be Said, We’d
Be Dead, Just like
“If Marijuana Was Legal,
‘Weed’ All Be Free” !
Said ‘Said’ Whose Name
Is Wed To All The Stuff He Needs.
Though Lighting A Torch
On Sense Is Obviously
More Dangerous Than
Lighting A Spliff
A Christmas Tree.
But Still Must Take Days Off
If Only To Take A Sniff.
Once The Elves Get Out
Of My Head &
I Leave My Bed
To Write Another Riff.
I Mean No Harm.
As Close As I Am To
I Am Even Closer To
Was Less Interested
In Her Curls
In the Other Girls
Than she was in
Doves, Fragrant Dukes & Earls
From the Frozen Loins
Of Moonstone Tyrants
Of the Pirates
Whose Seed Gave Grit
To Oysters Tongue Tied
By the Size of their Pearls.
Their Errors Not Known
Only their Perils,
A Wince Of Eye
A Glimpse of Emerald
A Dash of Beryl.
Some Bounce Off The Glass
Some Smash Through To
Whose Terrors are Always
Equal to their Tasks
Of Amending Their Wrath
Against Avenging Heralds.
Beneath the Daylight Stripes
The Masquerade Reduces to Ash
What Memory Fails to Wipe
While Cupid Takes Questions
Straightens Them Into
Beneath The Sun Streaked Haze
Before Being Banished By A Left
To Right Swipe.
Pandora’s Palace Glimmers
Minus The Malice Of
The Simmering Irrationals Incomplete Gaze
Only A Sphinx Remembers
At Least As Most Days Go,
While She Fenestrate With Sheryl
On the Consequence of Love
Then Sailed We Both To The Isle Of Lesbos
(Isle Leave You To Wonder Whether
We Took Off From The West Coast).
I Hid In Her Womb When The Straits Were
When Scylla Would Of Charybdis
(And Yes, I Do Know Who Scylla Is,
In Case You Thought I Cribbed This,
Just To Make A Toast).
Some Rebels Win Nobel’s For Lit
& Some Win First Prize Guessing
Foreign Smells By Sitting Next To It
Who Are No Less
Full, As Words Become Digital
Bit By Bit
& A Lost Language
To The Wise, Who Once Again
We May Surmise Are No Less
Full Of Shit
Too Stuffed To
See The Irony Between
The White Bread & The Breadth of Wit
That Spread like Sandstorms Across their Eyes,
Then Pulls The Wool Right Over It.
God Sustain The Rebels Who Take Stones
& Make Pebbles
& Takes A Hole In A Rock
& Calls It Home
With Only A Singing Bass
Stuck To A Plaque
& A Telecaster’s Treble
As A Little Of It Wobbles
While We Fade to Black
Where Beyond Locked Cobbled Walls
A Tree Silences Its Fables As It Falls
What’s the Point Of Wasting Sound
When Puget or People Are Not Around ?
Nor Able To Turn The Key Or Make
The Call To Share Around The Table
Some Of This Vision Came In My Sleep
The Rest I Got From Cable
Between Naps & Taking The Dog
Out For Air.
So Many New Breaths We Will Take
To Compensate For The Ones We Faked.
Then Roger I A Ginger Dame
& Dance Like Fred Astaire !
I Fancy A Twirl With A Reborn Queen
In The Loose Grab Of My Underwear.
Pegasus Parades In A Pork Pie Hat
In A Particular Manner That
Guarantees More Genial Waves
From Men Who Surf With Their
Hopes In Their Hands When Not
Resting In Their Graves.
As He Walks Through The Fair
His Pokey Eye Does Stare
He Tosses His Hair About
As If Apples Were In There
With all the Who’s & What’s
For The Wise, Though
None The Worse For Wear.
Halfway Between Bars,
Caught Between the Dead &
Fixed Stars of Yeats,
Aligned to Illuminate Exactly Which
Comes First, Fading Starlight Or
& Their Effect On Future Wars.
An Analyst Debates The Masters
While Another Young Man
Much Easier Said Than Done
On A Flat Earth Made
‘I AM NOT WHERE I AM & I AM NOT WHAT I WAS’.
Besides The Privileged personages of Prometheus & Pandora,
Very few people ever got to see Pegasus as a White Winged Horse.
He loved to masquerade as a Black Horse among the many forms this
Shape shifting beast could take to conceal his presence and blend in
Amongst the congregants of whatever pastures or fields he found his
Equine Embodiment Encased in.
He often when called upon, took brief human shape if an urgent message
Needed to be emphasized specifically to someone in the loving care of
Prometheus & Or Pandora, who honored those they favored with divine
Protection & various perks of pleasure.
Despite having literally taken wing as an infant pony on the wind of
Prometheus’ flute & despite the brilliant & radiant saddle of pearls
Made for him by Pandora as an extension of her affection & esteem,
Pegasus needed some ‘ME’ time, a few collected ‘Peggy Sue’ inner ‘I’
Moments, some time away from the demands of both
His creator Prometheus & the Woman who Once Rose from the Fresh Foam
Of the Sea,
With whom he shared his creation,
Both possessing him as passionate parents would a child.
Albeit a child with the heart of an Angel & the temperament of the Devil
At the Crossroads, while in the crosshairs of Saints.
Pegasus would simply take off at times without warning when sensing
That his presence would be more Decorative than Illuminative,
Into the depths of the Zooathalon, far beyond the graphic reach
Of any Zugebrian interference
& Fly to his favorite spot of all, at the foot of the great & grand
The Mountain at the Center of the Universe, located
Upon Earth in a sacred convergence where the 4 eternal fountains
Flow out as the main rivers of the firmament, where Peaceful
Waters Flow, where Glad Is The Knight At Rest At Night &
Particularly where Pegasus can lay down wing,
Let go of the Wind Vexing Calculus in the Frontal Stratum of his Mentals
& Stretch his able & sufficient limbs
Across the grasses the hug the banks with the grip of the blessed
& serene, and where the famed Red Jaguar of magnificent maroon coat.
Would lap the sparkling dancing springs with the long tongue of a Frosted
Pegasus would hear sirens singing their morning songs to the sun,
And the owls taking messages from the moon, at risk only of being overheard
By the poets who sought solace in the silence of the surreal, at the foot of trees
That never seemed to end.
The Turtles would be Queried to Bequeath the Knowledge of their Ancient Ways
& He while there, would Welcome the Conversations from the TROUT who in particular
Slapped the rivers with the leaps of joy & imagination that only the rush
Of gushing waters at magical altitudes can compel.
One would even find, were they to go to this blessed Mountain,
The fabled Golden Rhinoceros, whose
Color is Pale Translucent Pink, but Whose Horns Are Made of the Purest Gold.
Pegasus, ‘Peggy Sue’ informally to his friends, considered this place
‘AVALON’. He could become an anonymous lizard here and patrol the
River’s bountiful edge in the arch efficient manner in which lizards measure their resources
& available options before embarking on a course of decision.
Their great ability to measure their Plumage as well as their Pluck
& to Act in Accordance with relevant data only without prejudice is the true source of our reverence
For their intelligence.
It Is Well Known Among Them that ADAPTABILITY is the first law of SURVIVAL.
There were indeed other times when Pegasus escaped to be with his close compadres
Who like he straddled the worlds between fiction, myth & whatever small truths the mind can handle,
When portions of the world are being kept from it,
The ‘Unicorns of Antarctica’, that closely guarded continent where many of the ‘extinct’
Species of the Earth Go To ‘Retire’ In Peace,
In That Secluded Heaven Beyond The Walls Of Ice Concealing, Preserving & Protecting It.
It pained him at times that he could at any hour get caught between the enormous
Cauldron of Storm & Stress that engulfed the matter that is Prometheus & Pandora,
Both as Impulsive as the Other was Wise, Both Otherwise Possessed of Quicksilver Minds,
Quicker Tongues & Both Mindful that Their Powers of Creation Came at A Price
Of Great Responsibility if not at Always for Them Too Great A Cost for Yield.
For there is always a COST versus the PRICE & All Things Measured by the Grand Pendulum of
And yetter still, both capable of being riled to a state of deviant steam that could reduce the dawns
Of men’s dreams to ruin. To the rubble in the afterwain of a midnight bombers madness.
Although even they understood that the laws were the laws regardless of their levels of rank,
Which implied clearly that what one could not replace, one could not take without inducing
In the process the karmic burden of exchange.
Once granted the powers of creation, ZEUS & the Mother Of Olympus fully expected that
One had to incarnate into the worlds one created, in order to remain in balance with the foundation
Of what one has created. One is not encouraged to abandon worlds once initiated, UNLESS
Circumstances determine loudly otherwise. And the vanity of the Gods precludes the idea that being worshipped & adored is more desirable than being blinded, muted & cursed.
‘CRUCIAL TO UNDERSTANDING ALL, IS PRESUMING NOTHING’.
The history of man & his Gods are a bloody one indeed, and on BOTH sides of the fable’s skin.
More than a few Gods have been ejected from their solemn perches for having been abominations
To their flock, for having egregiously transgressed against the very souls granted life to advance.
Some Gods are sick fucks and have to be reined in.
And yet, despite, there are still Gods who sit atop mountains and sing into the clouds that will rain down upon their children as gradually they stop watching the clock & start looking at time instead.
Prometheus, Having Created the Very World whose Language we now Command
Was More than Capable despite his Historic Equanimity, of Punishment as a form
Of Instruction, as opposed to Abuse.
While sometimes Pandora could be as abusive as a viper because she damn well could.
She herself came through a childhood whose alphabet was formed to defeat her &
In whose letters the corners were burned by abuse,
Leaving around her memories, a sepia tinted blurring, a haze whose edges were parched
& crumbling, a fragment lost with every little portion touched.
The risk of remembering it was the risk of destroying it forever & losing it to the fading fog
That saddles the mind with riddles.
Her magnanimous bosom was legend, deep into the forests & dales, her Perception
& Authority coveted by even the thunderous hoofs of cloven beasts, brazen in their need to praise her & her fertile potions of life
saving chants riveting as accompanied the crickets evening rasp.
YET, get on her wrong side & things get UGLY.
As with women everywhere.
Even Prometheus knew far too well the perils awaiting the poor Populist or Pauline in the metropolis Who
Got between Pandora & Her Need to Wrap her Riveting Wrath in Writhing Ribbons of Blood.
It is bordering the ironic that sometimes Only A Woman can know by nature that there are times
When EVERYTHING needs to bleed.
‘IF WHAT WE KNEW WERE TRUE, WHAT WOULD BE THE POINT OF PURSUING LIFE FURTHER?’
Though a major point of contention between the lovers was Prometheus’ refusal to allow
Pandora to clone his horse, Pegasus divided his duties with them as best he could.
Prometheus had Created Pegasus from a Remnant of the Moon that he had Refashioned &
Shaped for Pandora & the Rest of her Brood & Tribes that her bosoms brought forth from the wilderness when he had been sentenced
By ZEUS to the Earth for his Supposed Transgressions Against the Other Gods of Mt.Olympus.
His disagreement with what he saw as their errant ways caused him much political fallout
& he was told in no uncertain terms by his father & rivals to ‘Get The Hell Out’.
Which was followed by an instantly urgent plea, abetted by Irony from HADES, The Lord Of HELL to ZEUS,
To “Keep That Bastard As Far Away From Me As Possible”,
NOTHING about REFORMERS does The Lord of Hell & Death have ANY Plausible Time for,
Nor much in the way of Generosity of Opinion.
And ONLY Out of respect for the fact that Prometheus was the Favorite Bastard Son of God
Was his Life Spared Once Settled away from the Unimpeachable Confines of the Lazy Paradise
That is Mt. Olympus.
Prometheus thought the other Gods had all gotten in essence FAT & ENTITLED, whether in mind,
Body OR Spirit & had become increasingly more of a problem than a solution.
He was raised to believe that the Role of the Gods were to Serve the Furtherance of the Needs of
What Has Been Created & Anointed with Breath & Animation,
That Gods were truly servants of MEN and not the other way assumed.
Naturally, the Other Fellow Immortals mainly thought him a militant threat to the program.
He had found Mercury (Hermes) to be his only real ally, besides Thor & the Goddesses they both held in mutual sway.
He found NEPTUNE unwilling to share his watery purview & as stated earlier, HELL WANTED
NO PART OF HIM.
And so while camped out atop a distant mountain in the area now known as the ATLAS
Mountains, Prometheus began crafting a great companion
To assist in the fulfillment of his Windy Sundry Ways & Swinging Saturday nights.
No matter how wide were the arches that framed his ardent love for his Pandora, he would be damned
If he allowed even ZEUS (but Especially Zeus) to take the blueprint of his most useful design
& turn it into a franchise.
So THERE WOULD BE NO CLONING OF PEGASUS.
Not for anyone.
Price was not the point.
And what he cost was too emotional for a price to be affixed & adjourned.
If Heaven Wanted To Share The Idea, They Should Have Come Up With It.
The credit would have gone to someone else anyway, Prometheus knew that.
& ALL TOO WELL.
It was more that the politics of Mt.Olympus made it less a land of opportunity than a land of opportunists.
And She, Pandora of The Precious Pearls, who could craft men from mites could not allow herself to cross the threshold
Of trust between her & Prometheus & bypass courtesy and clone ‘Peggy Sue’
For Her Own Prodigious Advantages.
It was the ONE THING she was forced to share that she did not herself give for the CAUSE of sharing.
THIS annoyed her, but she WORKED with it.
There could in truth only ever be one Pegasus & it was clear that the soul of the original would
ALWAYS remain WITH the original pale pink white pony pressed from the punitive purse
& pulse of Prometheus’ posture while on the mountain plains.
PEGASUS knew intimately BOTH his master’s private predilections.
Pandora’s at times wild, provocative vindictiveness, shrewd cunning
& Her teeth grinding hatred for men in short nylon black socks with even shorter patience.
Any man who survived her in such a case
Would have been carrying his full weight
& THEN some in Sapphires.
She may at times RUN WITH THE WOLVES but most Certainly NOT In Birkenstocks.
This, a woman who when tired will just tilt the world in her favor so that what she needs
Rolls to her instead.
& Then there is Prometheus’ Irrational Fear of & Compulsion to Mock & Unjustly Attack
Very Large Men
In Tight Loafers
Tiny Hand Held Dogs
That They Have To Carry.
Made much more poignant if they are wearing suede loafers which ties into a past narrative far too Deep
For All But the Brave
Known only to HE WHO BEARS THE TORCH OF THE WORLD,
& Yet Whose Hands Burn
Less Often than the Eternal Flame of his Heart Does.
And all THIS From A Man Who Runs With Lions For Literature & Reshapes Planets
So That Seahorses May Stretch their Minds to become Men & where Mermaids
Write songs that Sailors Send Back home to the Shorelines hugging the Silver Coasts.
This from a God not unknown to say to his favorite horse,
“Here, Hold My Thunderbolt For A Second” while Ducking for Cloud Cover.
& Who would Brood more than a Mare while Attending his Horse Stables
In Corsica & Sardinia, Lands of Enchantment &
2 of his Favorite Posts of Retreat.
For Pandora, Pegasus Could Be A Fire Breathing Dragon If Required.
For Prometheus He Could Materialize The Format Of A Whale To
Attain for His Prometheus, Some Sub Aquatic Decompression Away
From the Prying Eyes Of the Sea, WHICH SEES ALL.
All The Regular Fixtures On The Time Scale Mixtures !
(And what doesn’t develop still remains as pictures).
Do Not Check Scriptures, but Listen to the Waves
They Blow their Lectures before Moving On
The Other Sectors the Spinning Matrix Gives.
Though None the Equal of the Neckline of the Swan
Where all my Questions Live.
For Pegasus it would always feel from time to time like a mild case of joint custody.
The only thing it seemed right to do was to love and serve both as he himself was loved
And served by them in return. That it was also expedient to develop ONE CHARACTER
BUT 2 MINDS, also felt like the only viable way time could be induced to flow without
Going in too many directions at once, which anyway happens to an undisciplined nature.
Sometimes when Peggy Sue was at Mt. Meru,
He became a fish, jumping eagerly into the wild rustling
Rivers & become as one with the Schools of Fish Matriculating in the area. It was once while swimming with them
That he learned the hard fast lesson that
ONCE YOU START SWIMMING WITH A SCHOOL
OF FISH, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE SWIMMING WITH A SCHOOL OF FISH,
Because when YOU Drop Out, THEY Drop Out TOO !
& WHEN YOU CUT CLASS, THOSE BITCHES ARE ALSO THERE, waiting to see what you’ll do next.
(Though true to most forms of nature, When You SCREW Up You Are On Your Own, & in this fish are just as fickle as our false friends).
When YOU decide to bail, to split, to vamoose, to exit stage right, to Audi 5000,
The Fish revaporize back into the solemn columns of purposeful intent known only to their own swimming circles.
You may eventually leave them behind but never from your soul will they detach.
He loved NOT being a fish
Except when he loved being a fish.
And he saw it as a Great Blessing to be Able to Convene Moon Washed Evenings
With the TROUT that always gave him a lot more perspective than he was in possession of when he came.
And THIS is WHY he came.
TO GRAZE among his close companions.
It were after all Trout Logic that gave him his perspective that ‘IT AINT WHAT YOU THINK
IT IS, BUT IT IS WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE’.
Naturally, to the uninitiated, Trout Logic makes NO SENSE AT ALL.
You finally really get it when it
STOPS MAKING SENSE.
A Fish Eye Sees as only a Fish High Seas
& This is why Shanghai is low when it isn’t.
The Trout & Pegasus Understand This,
While the Salmon are Too Busy Fighting Things As They Are
& Beating themselves up for being contrarian.
After all THERE IS A DIFFERENCE between going against the TIDE
& Going against the GRAIN, though it best be left to a Carpenter
& A Fisherman to parse where the paradox lies between the one
& The Other.
Our far flown Pegasus possessed unlimited capacity for a flying horse but he wasn’t a Trout,
And therefore couldn’t know everything, though that fact never really stopped a horse from ‘surmising’, which could be surprising without realizing.
He was also ‘schooled’ from time to time by his good piscatorial mates, ‘Salmon Dave’ &
His Singing Duo Companion ‘Salmon Ella’, also a doctor.
Told that she bore a vocal resemblance to Ella Fitzgerald, she fashioned herself accordingly.
And perhaps not coincidentally,
She was also a very good acquaintance of our favorite Pink
Elephant, ‘Elephants Gerald’, who also sings.
But don’t ask him to sing ‘scales’ because he will assume that you are making reference to his weight.
Which he remains a bit sensitive about, despite all of the self help books & the close embrace of his friends.
Yet, he still fears BEING TAKEN TO TUSK FOR HIS WEIGHT.
Too many ‘tsk’ ‘tsks’ can task the taxes on a tusk.
But an elephant in a tux should certainly be no cause for alarm !!!!!
Meanwhile ‘Salmon Ella’ spent as much time on her vocal scales as her fish scales, which needed the necessary maintenance & attention to remain at the level to which she aspired to attain.
And every time she let go of a few scales, she shed a few pounds.
Oh the life of those who swim against the brine & breach !
The Pressures on the Gods & their Beasts of Burden were Outsized to Mythic Proportions
& In These Times of Escape, ‘Peggy Sue’ Found Paradise No More Suitable to Her Tailored
Measures than He did when sat down upon these Celestial Banks,
‘Banging At The Border With The Rest Of The Ranks’,
& Letting it all just duly fade with the mists that
Mount the Fog as A Twilight Mass Melts into the Encroaching Morning Meadows.
When needed by Prometheus or Pandora, the Gender Changeable Stallion would be called
Forth From their Minds.
They would both understand that
Their winged chaperone would return upon the time it did & not a moment sooner.
It would occur that often Pandora needed Pegasus to be a gender more in sync with her own.
While Sometimes it were Imperative that Prometheus be Accompanied by more Male Prerogative
& Primordial Pulse.
& Life being but a HOLOGRAM controlled by Will & Light, the spirit that was the enduring Pegasus
Found it no vexation or sweat to alter his subtle energy field and become what his Lords requested
When the right moment found its aim.
Male Or Female, He Was All Warrior, & never a question besides Arose that didn’t come with A Rose Attached.
It was An Even Given that the Fair Canter of Time would return,
For PEGASUS Always Returned In Time,
In order to make his Renewal Available for the Purposes Put Paid to by his 2 Co-Workers In The Destiny’s Fields, Prometheus & Pandora & the Ever Expanding & Ongoing Work of Ushering the Children Beloved of their Endorsers and Moving their Prerogatives Forward.
You know what it’s like,
What Some Cows Do.
Some Cows Rue.
Others just Moo
They Become Glue
Which is to say;
I LOVE YOU TOO !
I Leave You Now To Empty the Zoo
The Night May Have A Thousand Eyes
But None Of Them Look Straight At You.
So Says Pegasus
With Sprinkled Oregano
While Flapping About
Where Memphis Is.
FISH MUST FEED
The Flutist Must Flout
The Poet’s Must Po
& Pied Pipers Really DO
Take This FOOD FOR TROUT
Szechuan Ducks &
A Half Dozen Of The Other
A Pocketful Of Rye,
A Handful of Seeds.
Before PEGASUS Returns
To Gather The Smoke & Shadows
Frame His Night Sky Silhouette
Upon the Pale Horizon For The Compass
To Read Before The Dawn Has Set
Before the Harvest Cancels Out the Debt.
& Diminishes What We Need.
‘NOAH, JUST GET THEM ON THE BOAT !’
To NOAH, a servant of the Lord had no business being concerned with wearing whatever mask, playing whatever role it took, to get the ANIMALS ON THE BOAT.
His mandate was simple & clear, whatever it takes, JUST GET THEM ON THE BOAT.
If it takes persuasion, so be it. If coercion, so be it again, & if it takes another cheap pun,
“So Be It Union !”.
Angel Wings & Halos, Devil’s Horns & Pitchfork, WHO CARES !
Leave ALL EGO ASIDE about how one PREFERS to be seen
& JUST GET THEM ON THE BOAT.
Though Noah DID Feel that his butt looked less fat in the Devil’s Costume.
Fears & Prejudices are challenges to overcome. Face it, some animals are not necessarily the high mark of hygiene & by propensity the better groomed animals tend to be unpredictable & mean, while a lot of energy has to go into providing security for the CUTE
CUDDLY Teddy Bear Animal Types whose adorability factor extends our tolerance towards even those animals we find offensive.
NOAH understood that he were allowed to process his prejudices like the rest but that HIS POSITION left him precious little room to exercise them. He knew that in any event, any issues he might encounter with any of the other beasts could be resolved by the end of the journey ahead, because the DRY LAND HEALS A LOT OF TEARS, and buries it whispers in the sands.
All things are understood in time As ALL THINGS REVEAL THEMSELVES IN THE LIGHT OF THEIR OWN HOURS.
& All Dissonance Seeks Harmonic Convergence As It Passes Through Its Apology While It Clashes.
Since NOAH knew well that he himself did not create the animals in his charge, he knew better than to take too seriously his judgments of them, as ignorance rules best from a closed throne & when the mind is shut, so is the path to logic.
& He Loved His God Faithfully The Extent To Which His Imagination & Faith Allowed.
Besides the safety of his family, all that mattered to the mighty Noah was the safe passage of the carne of his vessel.
He grew to appreciate how much observing each of them taught him about the general nature of life itself & the great abiding connection we all share as sentient beings.
AND ALL LIFE IS SENTIENT, Only Ignorance & Bias Suggest Otherwise.
So Noah learned not to judge the beasts based on his own limited perceptions of a world he knew not of Except Through Them.
& For him, IF IN DOUBT it was always simply a matter of processing his impressions &
Determining whether he HAD SMOKED TOO MUCH OR NOT ENOUGH.
JUST GET THE ANIMALS ON THE BOAT !
There was no ambiguity in his instructions.
If the Zoo were disorderly, he would distract them all with COMMON CAUSE.
To take their Attention Away from their Differences & Onto their Mutual Need to Survive
Those Same Differences.
His God would take care of the rest, Once the Mud Returned to Greet their Footing & the Flowering of the Flowing Seeds Upon The Fertile Valley Awaiting.
“ON ROUGH SEAS, ROCKING THE BOAT MAY JUST SAVE YOUR LIFE”-NOAH.
Michael rowed the BOAT ASHORE
THEN WE SHOT HIM.
He Should Have Come In A Bigger Boat
He Should Have Had More Men.
All He Came With Was ‘Amen’
So We Stripped Him ‘Til He Looked
Beat Him Some More Again
(Not At All Uncommon).
Then We Broke Eggs & Bread
Cooked Our Omelette’s On Him,
While Contemplating Our Sins.
Jamming with the Kilometers Crumbling,
Sipping On A Pimm’s
& Gripping The Grin That Grabs
My Gripe While Stumbling &
Stretching Out His
Michael Has Not Been Here For Awhile.
We Didn’t Break His Spirit,
We Weren’t Allowed To Get Near It
But We Certainly Broke His Smile
One Man’s Torment
Another Man’s Style
For As Long As He Will Bear It.
I Offer This
‘FOOD FOR TROUT’
Before The Wingman Pulls
His Barrels Out.
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His Manhood Inducing Her
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