Of Priam, Illium, and LegoLand

I remember when I was a child "Please pass the cranberry sauce" Create a universe in an egg-shell Zeus, my pal Together sailed on wings of thought Manipulating the affairs Of the Playmobile People Building them a majestic palace Of Lincoln Logs When they refused to pay us homage We destroyed it in a torrent of earthquake and flood.

"Son, wash up, it's time for dinner. Ah mom." I was patron god of LegoLand I protected the Legoites from the great evil Of Darth Vader Being myself a great Jedi-warrior-god, I was immune to his powers But many of the Legoites were not so blessed And I often had to intervene before Vader hacked Off an arm with his light sabre.

Somewhere after third grade, Zeus and I lost touch I wouldn't see him again for over a decade My relations with the gods became quite constrained Ironically, I hooked up with Cupid and The Three Graces At the same time in Junior High I always hated that bastard Cupid Though he made my otherwise mundane adolescence Somewhat vital

I became increasingly reticent in my relations With the gods when I entered college After all, Paul had told me to put childish things away "Brethren, please turn with me to 1 Corinthians 13:11" And I obeyed "Have you repented of your sins and accepted Jesus Christ as your Savior?" "I have"

And so my child died and when I emerged from The water, I stood, for a brief moment, on solid ground Significance. Remarkable peace. I lived in an immutable, immovable structure of Faith and belief, like Pygmalion, fixated On a lifeless sepulcher Perfection

Then Aphrodite got jealous And she conspired with Hera to destroy my peace Those brazen bitches brought my sculpture to life and I loved her as Narcissus himself "Really love your peaches, wanna shake your..." "I love you(kiss)...I love you(kiss) ...Don't ever leave me(kiss)"

But like the immortal whore had done to Dido before She made my lover leave And my indestructible peace shattered One Million jagged pieces

I smeared my innocence canvas With bold black Strokes of atrophy and disease Anger burst from stomach I vomitted flames Rage "Don't hope. Destroy. Don't hope. Destroy." I put shit in a jar and called it art Heaped a funeral pyre with everything sacred Consumed myself and all my fucking ideals

And when I emerged from the flames I chuckled I felt the weight of my arms Lifted them to you all Spoke quietly "Now I am real. Now I am real. Now I am real."

"Pass the bowl please. Help me be a child again, please." Gurgle Suck Ah HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

"May the force be with you, man"