Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Come Back, Little Sheba

sleep is no longer my friend
my dreams have betrayed me
I find myself lost
Martin Scorsese's eyebrows have departed
come back
come back
come back, my bushy buddies
come back
come back
and save me from
a new nocturnal demon
the sound and the fury
screeching in my brain
can only be
Barbara Streisand's nose...
Barbara Streisand's nose
is now in charge
of the chase
across the landscape of loss
Barbara Streisand's nose
is powerful and angry
like a hippo on crack
with an itchy ass
and as it drags itself
like a wet snail
of insidious intent
along Melrose Avenue
spilling liberal doses of snot
shopping for a nose bra
with a swastika
in between sappy songs
massive and swollen
allergic to humanity
awe-inspiring like
an Easter Island head
dripping green
I run
Barbara Streisand's nose
is gaining on me
I run screaming
and finally, exhausted
I fall
it's Sunset Boulevard
Barbara Streisand's nose
snuggles close to me
gripping me
in a wheezy embrace
of insidious intent
sucking me inward
as warm streams of vaginal goo
leak from necrotic nostrils
I scream
I am being sucked
into the dark cave
where dreams go to die
i'm wet and poisoned
save me, dear Marty
forgive me, sweet Marty
don't let me drown
in a puddle of snot
Barbara Streisand's nose
I can't fight it anymore
I drink the liquid which flows
like nectar from your nose, Babs,
I call you my rose, my pumpkin,
my honey, my doll
we'll sell this script together
it's our love story after all
Bruckheimer can produce
we'll show Marty who runs Hollywood...
you and me, Babs...
hurry Marty, hurry, she's winning
I can't resist much longer...
lights, camera, action...


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