expecting everything that comes out of his head <br />to be f 'in brilliant would be more than a little redundant <br />in theory if not down right ignorant of the reality <br />the dim bulb burned brightest at night with a glass of red wine <br />while the ambient temperature of his brain <br />was a cool ninety eight degrees and the wine <br />served only to warm his toes and fingers <br /> both of which were numbed from the neuropathy <br />of overdosing on alcohol binges intermingled with <br />poisoned rat treats which were suitable for eating <br />or breathing in a small but enclosed tomb with a dozen twinkies <br />(Twinkies will stay fresh for thousands of years) <br />like the one his remains remain preserved in <br />and although <br />the embalming process has not yet been completed <br />he still looks like a million bucks with his plaster of paris <br />replica of his spleen and his appendix which were both removed <br />by an over anxious doctor of medicine <br />when he was younger and more agile in his ability <br />to maneuver in and out of traffic jams just outside of san diego <br />with the aid of a talented twelve string guitarist <br />and a hemi head two door sedan licensed <br />in the name of the late james dean and his mother <br />who had always claimed he was their love child <br />though his adopted dad insisted howard hughes was his dad <br />and recalled stories of obsessively long trips to the bank <br />to cash the checks which were then used to pay <br />the zombie milkman and the vampire maid..... <br />both of whom had never met one another.....until now. <br /> <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/expecting-everything-that-comes-out-of-his-head-to-be-f-in-brilliant/
