“Lucretius grabbed my arm and led me”

Lucretius grabbed my arm and led me to the spot where he went nuts. I watered little drums right away and entangled the Sava River with knitting needles. I putrefied a small soup, dismembered seven towels. There, He — The Terrible — burnt on the stake, squatted, too. My god, I beat him up his ass. Puff, puff, but no one had heard a thing. Now here, I’m flooded with flowers by cumin. Even Tarkovsky appears. Now I will suck you with my thumbs, mold you like clay with my horns, till he’d vaporize and see into what and where I’ve traveled to. Into honor. Into white birch trees. Into the pouch used for bread. I hung around the world a lot, frothily crushing the mountain range. With no avail, with no day’s pay, sticky are my laws. I protected an elephant as much as I could, stared at the back of the horse. Joshed the others now, too, tested spring mattresses. Kept gulping nirvana. Loosened feathery leaves, wrapped the emperor into a roll. To not let my senses perish, to gallop without a break.