As always ‘The Blaze in the Haze’ arrives with bad
Commensurability, like comparing blood oranges
And magic mushrooms; they kind of make
You think your legs and arms have gone spastic.
If you eat them—but whoa, wait, we don’t
Eat them. What do you think this is Lewis Carroll?
We’re not hallucinogenic. Tall toad tales,
Maybe, but that’s as far as I will go.
We are all drawn to him. The child seems so
Precious—like you are chuckling the little baby,
Everyman, and he for once doesn’t need his
Diapers changed. Mazy, he says. I love you.
You can be in the magic poteen this time
And I will do the scent markings. Very cool.
We will fit like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle,
Not making sense until the end, if then.