| Dreaming Of Carmen, Bathtubs, Lines, and Toilets |
I was bowing to the porcelain god, after a night of heavy partying when the surface turned into a multi
colored rainbow whirlpool, and the Moses of the Chablis turned to look at me while trying to part the
swirling waters, and opened his mouth to speak, but could only spew forth the fruit loops of a serial lie that
told me I was in the wrong toilet at the right time, so I begged him not to tell, and went back out to fill my
cup again, and find that model in the Carmen Miranda hat that had been teasing me with her love mango’s
since I got there, but was stopped on my way past the kitchen by a hairdresser wanting my recipe for
crepes, and faking disappointment when I said real men don’t do crepes dude, handed me the cheese fondue
bowl which looked an awful lot like the cheddar and fruit loops I’d left with Moses, so of course after
pondering this for awhile, I had to run back in and check, only to find Carmen and the hairdresser doing lines
in the tub, standing ankle deep in San Gria with pineapple chunks and maraschino cherries each of whom had a
mouth laughing at my discomfort as I excused myself and went back out to crawl under the couch to die.
colored rainbow whirlpool, and the Moses of the Chablis turned to look at me while trying to part the
swirling waters, and opened his mouth to speak, but could only spew forth the fruit loops of a serial lie that
told me I was in the wrong toilet at the right time, so I begged him not to tell, and went back out to fill my
cup again, and find that model in the Carmen Miranda hat that had been teasing me with her love mango’s
since I got there, but was stopped on my way past the kitchen by a hairdresser wanting my recipe for
crepes, and faking disappointment when I said real men don’t do crepes dude, handed me the cheese fondue
bowl which looked an awful lot like the cheddar and fruit loops I’d left with Moses, so of course after
pondering this for awhile, I had to run back in and check, only to find Carmen and the hairdresser doing lines
in the tub, standing ankle deep in San Gria with pineapple chunks and maraschino cherries each of whom had a
mouth laughing at my discomfort as I excused myself and went back out to crawl under the couch to die.
