Nikolai Kingsley

Kid Goddamned Charlemagne

This is for the guys in Steely Dan.

i wake up and there it is, just as loud in my mind as it was yesterday. i try to bat it out of my consciousness with a touch of McCartney, "It's just another day," but it comes back almost as if nothing had happened, like a fly to an open wound.

DID YOU FEEL LIKE JESUS
DID YOU REALISE YOU WERE ITALIAN IN THEIR EYES

crawl out of bed, find some halfway-clean clothes, get dressed, down the dangerous stairs, wavering and almost falling at the curve, remembering what it was like bouncing down the last few steps on my spine.

GET ALONG
GET ALONG KID CHARLEMAGNE
(d'lang d'lang, d'lang d'lang)

out to the bathroom, splash cold water on my face, consider other options for clearing my mind. what a shame the rajneeshis charged $4000 for that. now i know why.

IS THERE GAS IN THE CAR
YES THERE'S GAS IN THE CAR

briefly i pause and stare at my ravaged reflection in the mirror. i wonder if beating my head against the wall would help.

YOU ARE STILL AN OUTLAW IN THEIR EYES
GET ALONG
GET ALONG KID CHARLEMAGNE
GET ALONG KID CHARLEMAGNE

i ring up directory services and ask them to look for a Memetic Decontamination service and when this fails to turn anything up, i ask them to search on the word "Meme". nothing. i'm on my own. i will maintain.

i leave the house and go to wait at the tram stop, successfully hiding the screaming horror whirling around just behind my eyes. that CD should have had a warning label on it.

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