Strange Dream #09

I roam the slums of a jungle;

It is hot and I am always thirsty.

I drink from the

fountain marked

Colored;

It’s magic quenches

my thirst.

At 3 AM savage

sophisticates

jabber and howl.

“Who do you love most,” asks God.

“Jayne Mansfield,” says Max.

“And why is that?” God is so
cleverly all-knowing.

“She’s dead.” Max replies.


(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2017 All Rights Reserved

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The Night of the Head Hunter

Portrait of Jayne Mansfield

Now is the night of the

Head hunter.

We are the decapitated.

Jayne Mansfield is our

Goddess.

We die needlessly.

RG 1983-2015