A Visit to the Doctor
No. I am not the carpenter nor was meant to be.
An artist, perhaps, who loves the enchantment of the tale.
I encountered my old friend, the Walrus, on the path by the sea
"Where is the Doctor," inquiring as I knew he would know.
Mustachioed, shoes brushed and shined, he pointed "There!"
The water parted, indicating a staircase downward to the bottom.
I called to an echo beneath, "Are you 'there'?'"
"Not yet," through the engravened door, "I'll see you later!"
Brazen, emblazoned, wooden boats scurried across the waves
A history of three small men worried their oars through the froth
A breeze carried them out of my disappearing sight
I followed their scent and scale through moistened woods.
Encountering a rough hewn shack, I stooped to rest
A fishwife combed her long red hair with her fingernails
"Where is he now?," I inquired of her through the tyranny of trees:
"A trail to a ladder up into the mist where gorillas grow."
"Can I come up?" shielding my eyes from a murder of crows.
A hallowed voice shook out the phonemes "We'll see."
I returned to the red-haired wife of he-who-will-be
Where she sat upon the lap of a burly enigmatic cat.
"I do not anticipate I will survive the night. I need you, Wizard!"
Stumbling through the thicket, he brushed the stars from his sleeves.
Choruses of bird thrills and facets of burning tongues encircled his head.
Beethoven's Nine Symphonies played from between his short thighs.
"Let me guess", he rasped, "I do not want to know what I know anyhow."
We returned to the sea where the Walrus devoured the last oyster.
Harpooning the next boat, the Wizard stole their oar,
Chopping it into three pieces, he ushered me onto the scow.
Flotsams and sea purses scoured our container on the sea
While the Unnamed He yielded secrets of the scull.
Primarily, and contrarily, and verily, he preached,
While the tenets buried the termites within each one.
"Necessarily, the strictures of the scriptures must be understood;
Moreover, they have to be missioned to all without one.
In threesome status, they are powerful. United they can kill."
Knowledge of the night became a frozen layer of fodder.
I died that night in the kingdom by the sea
The Walrus gave the eulogy
While the sun chastised the moon
For staying up too late.
In Memory of my brother Bobby