( ADDENDUM to an essay on transportation )

ON THE OCCASION of the one hundred and second LA Carshow, an essay on transportation

WE THREW OUR heads back and said party party party party

FERTILIZED by the storm, overrunning the reservoir.

WE WONDER whether mimicry is worthwhile where there are no leaves fallen dried light brown to eat the heads of. Fool insect. This is Orange County. Paradise does not suffer the seasons.

UPON MY arrival was I greeted.

THAT’LL DO. Having abstained thus far, I broke, two weeks in — two, back to back to back. The only interval being the time it takes to switch videos.

Take home message. Dance for your pig dog and bring a music box for your wild pig child so that when in the desert, when the mohawks and the Austrian accents want to steal your gasoline, want to eat you, want you in chains and a leather thong, when you regret not having eaten that sweet, sweet pig because what have you or your blueheeler to eat now? a rusty can of dog food, dust — right then your wild pig child will sacrifice himself for you because my, what a looker that Mel Gibson was as a young man.

Not so far off, either. I found between Babe and Road Warrior there lies Australia, an Australian, at least, Dr. George Miller, who is responsible for both.

A SPORTSMAN’S Paradise, or behind the Sportsman’s Paradise, is a small lake on which five swans sit. They cannot go anywhere, see the water is fixed. Still, they sit there, on top of the lake. When one is tired or flabbergasted, it stretches out one dark leg, stands on the water.

POWERED BY Engelbert Humperdinck (Best Of, 1980.)

OUT OF the idea of constriction, three suggestive requests in order of urgency set to quiet (can you feel the rhythm burnin’, burnin’) rock in a tight blue interior, hemmed in by mist, and perched over us, Jesus in a peely pink frame, a few dried grasses in offering.

FOR the childrens. The children and the animals. The animal children and children animals. Also, for the children accessories.