Streamas

Slackers

The night-worm crawled out of Boston Harbor

and locked itself tightlu into Paul Newman's lap.

The moon rose over the ocean and exploded

and, like a shattered mirror,

cast shards of cream cheese over the floor of the universe,

somewhere betweeen Arizona and Boris Karloff's nig toe.

A little green man crouched in a maple tree

and lived there six months,

surviving on bird droppings and sap and mustard gas,

and then he ascended to Mars

on the wings of a UFO driven by Joe Pyne.

This, then, is the last word in convenience,

the salvaging of the Hesperus,

the last munching of the woman's biscuit.

"Ask me no questions," said the night-worm,

"for inquiry is the other of advice -- that little bastard!"

"Wisdom is the key to knowledge," said the snail.

"Today is the zipper to infinity."