Just last evening, after drinking
A special blend of tea,
Lifelike dreams visited.
Twisting Chinese folklore
To suit its needs,
Came the following:
~ ~ ~
After half a century, a great scaly Kun,
Who had been writhing in dark waters,
sprouted wings, and
transformed into Three-Headed Peng.
Despised Trinity,
It manifested abhorrent ministrations.
~ ~ ~
Thief of the White Album head preened,
lice jumping from his oily feathers
like sand jumps from the beach on a windy day.
Proud to perch free across front pages
He rotated his shaggy head almost 360
And cawed merrily at the thought of another exorcism.
~ ~ ~
Bored Beach Boy head, who set
demonic dominoes in motion,
Was ashamed to be more infamous
Than Crazy Brian. He screeched
To be forgotten, or instead remembered
for Two Lane Blacktop.
~ ~ ~
Baby Mansonite head scanned the turf
And parroted gruesome details told
Her by the maniacs who done the deeds.
People Magazine got the Exclusive
And she got a plug for her book.
Polly want a screenplay!
~ ~ ~
Peng rose from its perch
Heaving its great wings
Lifting it ever higher into the clouds
Then, beyond the clouds,
It began a 5-mile descent, faster than the fastest arrow,
Straight into the center of Mount Song’s volcano.
~ ~ ~
Awakening with a start,
The dream and all of its details
Remained. Funny, but later it was learned that
Every aspect of Peng, its three heads, and
its willful demise into Mount Song was true.
Snip, snap, snout, the tale’s told out.
Tao Talk 