Italian Pipes

I wrote this, do you think I'm nuts? Please answer, I beg of thee.?

I wrote this in my free time. It's pretty weird. What's your opinion? I heard them whispering that in the dark bats claw your eyes and hurricanes rain topaz whales.The radish factory is well hidden beneath the pine trees now and our alarm clocks are all set for 3:05. We are ready for the blaspheming monsoon to throw sand in the kettles, poison the pots and stir up the tin can shanties. This time we won't let Harry's mask slide off. We'll cement it on with good strong glue and wintergreen chewing gum. The blue kind. If only I could find a grand flounder with which to cover my door. It would keep the piglets from assuming the canvas in the kitchen was theirs for the taking. Oh how they bother me with their constant wailing about the state of the stale potatoes in the garden shed. That is where in normally store my canvas, you see, in the garden shed. Now is the time for us to strap tassels to our shoes to help us trample through the briars and shake the peppered lizards from our ankles. In the market they will ask us why we wear the green tassels and not the magenta ones that are in vogue these days, and we will tell them only that green is a good honest color. They will never understand and they will never be prepared for the ice with their stiff wooden mittens and iron laced scarves. Before the season is through, magenta tassels will protrude from their dusty drawers like the bill on a well paid racing duck. Eventually, if things go on like this, we'll all have to empty the plastic pellets from our matresses and sell them to the laundromat. Somehow it makes me sad to see them whirling in the soap through the window of the big machine. It reminds me of the foam on your grandpa's necktie, the one he wore to the deli every tuesday when he would go to pick up solar rolls and liver colored kittens. It always snowed delicately with loud gusts of 13th avenue spiders on those days. It would cause chaos in the corridors of the library as young mice hurried to check out the latest victory only to have their necks snapped. The spiders are gone now, all rather content to crumple above the ceiling tiles with a magazine full of velvety oil stains. They left me lacing up my boots alone with cattail fingers and dandelion eyes. I heard the sparrows crushing the frosted glass with their neon mallets. I reacted promptly, shoving your yellowest raincoat in the cabinet beneath the oven. It is now nearly dawn, a bit late for me to be crossing the gaping field of gravel, but the dearest of onions had persuaded me to do so. I saw the washer late that day, a wise old witch as she ever was without her curious white pipes. The crickets are running through the refrigerator on the balding sand. Let's build muddy stairs inside a cardboard box in the middle of the street. A snake is standing in the washtub with breadcrumb slippers. They are full of pond water and he's trying to scrub it out with a greased sponge. A mossy blue sponge. A storm commands an army of butterflies, well armed with rakes for tearing out drywall. A tortoise chewed tobacco in a mound of deteriorating birthday cakes. They're waiting for Superman to wrap cocaine in his cape and crawl under the truck, then tweak the wingnuts and welcome the rabbits. He dropped his dictionary in a puddle and it melted."Owl!" He cried. "Owl in the rafters with a box of macaroni!" and the owl drifts away, pencil in hand with a pocket full of feathers. After scraping away the last layers of glue I found myself in a mouldering styrofoam cottage. I realized I would need a tractor to haul away all the missing pieces. I took them to my wicker basket full of shattered limes where Harry used to store the baking soda. it continues but I figured you'd get bored p.s. I think it gets better toward the end don't take this seriously, it's pretty much word salad

Public Comments

1. jibberish
2. In a word----YES.