For a dear friend. In thanks and apologies.


Dorothy Meets the Lost Bohemians

Dorothy of the Sand Lands.
A petit and pretty lass.
Takes an invitation
from Sir Buck of Locksley
to visit the dark side of the garden.

Meets the lost bohemians.
Learns their handshake.
Embraced in welcome as one of them
in the huddle of the psychedelic realm.

Dorothy finds the Bohemians nice.
The Bohemians like her humor and spice.
The madcap laughter began.
And threatened not to end.

Dorothy listens as the Bohemians' bards
sing and play their songs.
Some tunes she likes,
some tunes she doesn't.

Carnival in the air.
A surrealistic affair.
She plays their games
of courtship with the other realm.

And there appeared before Dorothy,
like the Cheshire Cat before Alice,
were the grinning anemic cousins.
The slurring one with wavy locks,
and the lunatic.
Some playful conondrums,
exchanges and cursings.
Slaps on some silly heads.
And the foretelling of a dynasty.

Morning bells.
Weirdos come out to play.
The anemic water retention cousins.
The sleeping, growling tiger.
Jake's buddy (the man with the funny faces who tried to choke himself).
The mute.

As the sun rose higher,
Dororthy and the druid
caught sight of Sir Buck
showing his (lustful) affection
for his soft and fluffy lover.

The time for parting has come.
The adventure ends.
Dorothy leaves the garden
with a chilly parting shot;

You'll be the death of me, Sir Buck.
You'll be the death of me yet.