VICKI FORGOT TO FEED MY FISH

So this happened. She says I overreacted, and she may be right.

That being said, those fish aren’t gonna feed themselves.

A bumble bee,

stung his cheek,

he could not see,

for a week.

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Alone in bed,

she craves a s’more,

but will her head,

fit through the door?

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Since his skull,

swelled up real bad,

his hat’s too small, 

it makes him sad.

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As he tries to smoke,

his heart is broken,

it ain’t no joke,

his mouth won’t open.

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grab your head,

get out of bed,

your eye bleeds red,

oh no you’re dead.

DEAD HEADS IN RED BEDS

A long time ago in a land far away there lived a very sad married couple. The husband was a rather inept boot cobbler and his wife was a bit of a nutter. She’d often laugh hysterically at her husband’s inability to fix boots and then go running out into the forest to “dance with the butterflies”. One day as she was merrily fox trotting through the woods she met an adorable Saint Bernard puppy. He told her that he was a magical canine and offered her three wishes.

Her first wish was for beautiful red butterfly wings, which he immediately granted. Her second wish was a nice thick mustache for her husband, who had always been ashamed of his inability to grow manly facial hair. The puppy happily obliged. Her third wish was for her and her husband to have giant round heads so that they could wear bath tubs as hats. The puppy said that he would try, but warned that it might not work as planned, being that it was actually two wishes, one for her and one for her husband. She said okay and the puppy reluctantly granted the wish. As he’d expected, it did not go quite according to plan. The good news was that they could now wear bath tubs as hats, the bad news was that they no longer had eyeballs or hair.

Behind-the-Scenes:
The collage you see above is really just a compilation of some polaroids that we took as we were shooting a “Day of the Dead” inspired film at the Madonna Inn. Unfortunately, the actual film has nothing to do with the magical fairy tale described above. Fortunately, it is still a fairy tale, albeit a much more tragic one. Hopefully one of these days I’ll find some time to edit the film as I think it might be pretty neat. We shot it on Super 8 and there is quite a bit of fishing wire trickery involved. Oh, and my lovely wife Vicki gives the most epic death scene performance of the past twenty seven years.

*To see all of these polaroids check out my flickr. Poems about a few of them will surely follow in the next few days or so…

Grab your head,

get out of bed,

your eye bleeds red,

oh no your dead.