Celebration | By: John Milton | | Category: Short Story - Other Bookmark and Share


Lions in the street and roaming,
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming.
A beast caged in the heart of a city.
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground.
He fled the town.

He went down South and crossed the border.
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder.

One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature growing beside him.
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin.

Is Everybody In?
The ceremony is about to begin.

You cant remember where it was.
Had this dream stopped?

The snake was pale gold
Glazed and Shrunken.
We were afraid to touch it.
The sheets were hot dead prisons.

And she was beside me.
Old, she's no young.
Her short red hair,
The white soft skin.

Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,
Look! She's coming in here.

I can't live through each slow century of her moving.
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile.
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain.

Once I had a little game,
I liked to crawl back into my brain.
I think you know the game I mean,
I mean the game
Called go insane.

Now you should try
This little game.
Just close your eyes,
Forget your name.
Forget the world,
Forget the people.
And we'll erect,
A different steeple.

This little game
Is fun to do.
Just close your eyes,
No way to lose.
And Im right here,
Im going too.
Release control,
We're breaking through.

Way back deep into the brain,
Back where there's never any pain.

And the rain falls gently on the town.
And over the heads of us all.
And in the labyrinth of streams
Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of
Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around,
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, Caves, Cool air heights.

Each house repeats a mold.
Windows rolled.
A beast car locked in against morning.
All now sleeping.
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant,
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets.
And daughters, smug with semen.
Eyes in their nipples.


Not to touch the Earth,
Not to see the sun.
Nothing left to do,
But run, run, run.
Let's run.
Let's run.

House upon the hill,
Moon is lying still.
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze.
Come on baby, run with me.
Let's run.

Run with me.
Run with me.
Run with me.
Let's run.

The mansion is warm,
At the top of the hill.
Rich are the rooms
And the comforts there.

Red are the arms
Of luxuriant chairs.
And you won't know a thing
'Till you get inside.
Dead president's corpse
In the driver's car
The engine runs
On glue and tar.
Come on along,
Not going very far.
To the east to meet the Czar.

Run with me.
Run with me.
Run with me.
Let's run.

Some outlaws live
By the side of the lake.
The minister's daughter's
In love with the snake.
Who lives in a well
By the side of the road.
Wake up, girl!
We're almost home, yeah.

Sun, Sun, Sun.
Burn, Burn, Burn.
Moon, Moon, Moon.
I will get you
Soon, Soon, Soon.

For I am the king
I will what I want.

We came down
The rivers and highways.
We came down from
Forests and falls.
We came down from
Carson and Springfield
We came down from
Phoenix enthralled.

And I can tell you
The names of your kingdom.
I can tell you
The things you want to know.
Listening for
A fistful of slience.
Climbing valleys
Into the shade.

For seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile,
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island.

Now I have come again
To the land of the fair,
And the strong and the wise.

Brothes and sisters of the pale forest,
Children of the night,
Who among you will run with the hunt?

Now night arrives with her purple legion.
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams.
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth.
I want to be ready.

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