A Little Odyssey’s Arrival (Departing from Imagination’s Station)

He was a giant!

A psychotic fisherman soaring in his traditions,

though,

still upsetting the stream to a chilly April’s opening trout season.

If only I hadn’t stopped earlier to pick the blister from my finger

that I scraped upon a piece of driftwood in my clumsy stumble,

I might never have seen him from across the causeway.

He was some sort of witchy street performer by face,

but,

when my back was turned to swat that pesky wasp annoying me,

he shot at me with his teeny, poison cupid-darts!

The festering holes that linger within my heart were then infected with

his venom,

and how it turned my beating heart cold!

And I was struck paralyzed! Hypnotized,

though I could not speak my pleading thoughts about this.

As if my limbs were robotic,

I had sunk like a ditsy, cartoon accordion under his leash.

Oh, this is not the love for me!

A vice-like chokehold from an ugly one-eyed brute!

And he was just so devout in his adoration of me! It was creepy!

A grotesque rock boring a gigantic, misshapen nose,

that can only take measure by

the steps of his overgrown toes.

If only I could catapult those fabled stones to reach this sort of Cyclops!

What noise he made! What a jittering clatter!

And then,

there was an ominous thunder that rightfully erupted under the dirt floor

after his seemingly drawn-out five-second temper-tantrum.

All because I would not say his name. I will take his collar!

But it was what happened next that I took to my diary about! Unbelievable!

A fissure smirked cleverly as it sprawled itself lazily about Earth’s tissue,

exposing itself boldly,

with no respect or consideration for the young!

And, oh, how they all screamed! A societal stampede!

In any case,

it was quite disconcerting to watch the world eat itself up,

and then repulsively purge whatever it could into some unknown recess of a distant

alternate reality.

A crystallizing process capsulating a history for the books