Sublime plays part 2 of the Raleigh Soliloquy on the
stereo in the white Mazda pickup
Gene bumps curbs and howls sometimes like a wounded
animal
Gene tells me if the nuclear bombs are dropped from
the
Alpha Draconis Dimension, from beyond the star gates
Hitting the earth as Kris Kristofferson plays the
soundtrack to Armageddon
When the skies fall Gene tells me,
He insists, and it is important for me to believe
He will be the caveman running wild
Surviving the dust scorched millennia to follow.
This is his dream, one dream
Among many.
There is the mythology of Gene:
There is the dream of the vine Gene finds, the vine
of the higher mind.
Gene swings like Tarzan from the jungle canopy of
his subconscious mind
From the deep dreaming found in ten melatonin pills
and a bad batch
Of blotter poisoned and preserved with too much
strychnine, his stomach boils like the seas
Spitting forth hot steam from molten ore and sinking
continents
Gene finds the vine and splits it. The vine is he
and the mind of he unwinds
Back from time and when the he is free he lives
again
Gene wrestles bears and Gene is the corn man and the
Caveman
The higher mind of Gene is the mind of primal
finding
The two pieces of the vine do not combine and in his
dreams he is torn in two
The higher mind and corn man, the bear wrestler.
Gene’s home is wrecked with ashtrays and water-pipes
and empty cardboard boxes
stacked around a 30 watt fender H.O.T. amp hooked
into mega distortion and my free guitar.
The cheap mint green Sam Ash semi hollow body
And papers and bills stacked on no less than two
kitchen tables
One table is from my home after my parents divorced
and separately left the state.
The table he keeps. Gene stumbles on cats and
couches and the wrecked remnants
Of an ex-fiance and an ex-wife and his second ex-fiance
chasing piles of white
In circles around the wrecked remains of Gene’s
Deteriorating empire
But the lizard people, the Reptilians of the
Bavarian Brotherhood are twisting their way
Into the walls and through the chopped vines of
Gene’s mind
Gene shows me such internet truths:
“Just another slave on the Marxist plantation. With
the "joint Reptilian-Bavarian Illuminati" crew.”
The reptilian bloodline
43 lizard men presidents, five lizard men prime
ministers, three British and two Canadian
A hollow earth
And a Star gate in the Middle Eastern sands
And Gene shows me that I have betrayed him
Gene tells me
that the colleges have brainwashed me
and the military has hardened my pituitary gland
with
Food additives and indoctrination and fluoridated
water
I can’t see the truth
I am lost
I am the Lizard Man now and Gene wrestles his bears
in a different place
Away from the closed doors of my third eye
Beyond those doors is a a place I can no longer
travel
I can only remember…
The two of us wrecked on a pile of railroad ties
watching the moon melt
And drinking pints of gin and rum and bourbon
Howling with the whine and whistle and the rumble of
the trains raging, hulking past
I used to play chicken with the freight trains
running on foot over the railroad bridge in the darkness
Gene’s house is the Red House
And there is no way back from where I have come
From washing dishes and smoking American spirit
tobacco next to a dumpster
Behind a strip mall façade,
Leased boxes where people trap themselves in neat,
desperate corners.
The roaches running from one dark hole to the other,
from one drain to another.
There is no way back to the old life,
Not that I want to go back,
There is no way back from the mythology of Gene
There is no way back from losing a friend
There is no bridge between myself and the man Gene
sees
When he sees me
There is no way back from
When I became a man
When I became the Lizard Man
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