Steed

Abdul dasher, he got on his horse and kicked the poor beast's rump,
looking on through a veil, milpie santola did smile

wasn't easy, it wasn't, stretching back to kick
as leg met rump, man to horse
invisible cramps sprung through Abdul's unspeakable body parts
through the smoky veil Abdul checked if milpie noticed - the searing pain
santola's daughter's head meanwhile was made to turn towards the vision of ginto jarkey
rearing his dozen heads, some wearing hats others open to the sky
milpie's eyes on ginto's red Ferrari ; another cigarette lit
Abdul saw apparitions of mounts somewhere in the near west
or was that the east now as the horse decided to turn around
lady in bucket seat, ginto and his heads in driver's seat, the stallion leapt
not a whiner, Abdul, no he wasn't
he swallowed the pain and calmly addressed his steed
"let's be heading for the mount of s`ulk
where my friend drowl gik and his profound ilk do reside"

the second hand steed, phat from Abdul's treatment and dreams of food
trudged along the rocky road to the s`ulk

fatigued from the ride, abdul sank into a burning bush as gik glowered in vain
dasher dreamed, or dreamt he did...

gik: ok. screw the painfully long story. just give me the summary.
a: you asked for it: "The meat is inedible"
gik: did the ferrari go east?
a: i knew you were the savior
gik: answer the question
a: i am directionally challenged... but i overheard one of the heads saying "to the sea my trusted stallion!"
g: right. let's go.
a: to the sea?
g: no. the other way. i dont want to be anywhere near the two dozen eyes.
a: why not use your magic towel to blind them
gik: "if towels are meant to be thrown, one also needs to know how to throw them"
a: eh... i thought it was your towel?
g: exactly. and you dont know jack about it. so i advise you to seal it tight

Abdul drifted back to wakefulness and saw gik digging the ground at the foot of a tree.

the wind carried gik's towel

deep below the s`ulk
far into abdul's dream
racing towards the sea
flapping its edges in expectant delight

ginto sat sucking milpie
her toes
hurt from pressing the imaginary brake pedal
sucking, he drooled
and looked for a towel to come clean

and gik's magic towel powered by nothing more than brainlessness is getting closer

mr.santola meanwhile has decided to quit his job
as a railway mechanic
a job he loves
for the simple reason that he wants to protect his daughter
and he can't do that going away from her at 90 km an hour covered in engine oil
while twelve headed monsters suck her toes


half way to hardipad, a tiny forgotten station, he sees the towel fluttering along
faster than his goddamn train
he revs it up, putting the passengers in panic
aunties, cousins and their pets



TO BE CONTINUED...