Magnificent Interview

[Sample from film K-PAX]

I started as the heretic

Passing Mount Everest

On my way to the nebulas

No food or beverages

So I can receive the messages

Like tornadoes spinning soundless in the boundness

I sit in darkness, listen to the silence

Dark fantasies, whispers of the mermaid

As the earth fades, I’m having nostalgic dreams

Of foothills in the countryside, palace for kings

Below is lakes, banks, rivers, foliage near streams

Mongolian queens, earrings, hair swings

Red deer, courtship ceremony beneath mountain springs

Horse whip races across the evergreen

Alluvium forests, Natufian fathers, nutrient gardens, Nubian harvest

Along the river delta, sit the living elders, the sister helpers

Winter coal, pinecones, crystals in limestones

I’m drifting through timezones

Breathtaking mountain backdrops

I am the black astronaut

Staring through the eye of a barrel when it’s cocked

Then went up like an arrow shot like a sparrow

Flying toward the sun, I wear shadow block

Killah Priest OG last long

Underwater sea grass lawns

Hot deserts, I see mass ponds

Birthday wishes, kisses

Long walks through the ballpark

Birds’ chirps, dog barks

It’s getting cloudy, let’s get home before dark

The storm starts

They’re closing all the mall shops

Quick, let me run inside this Walmart and buy a Hallmark

It makes warm hearts, like love songs and soft rock

Off top, the group Bread, 1970, “Make It With You”

Celebs, Playboy spreads naked in pools

Then the electric boogaloo and the infectious Rubik’s Cube

Then they brought back the groove of 1952

Eddie Jefferson’s “Moody’s Mood”

There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go

Pretty baby, you are the soul, snaps my control

I bare my soul, I’m aware of my role

So I’m writing rhymes like I’m preparing a scroll

Seductive weapons for romantic wars

I’ve watched rains suspended in space while planets fall

No church today, I’m at the Spring Street cafe

Bread and truffle entrees

I’m sitting with the devil, we’re both having espressos

He wore his favorites summer jacket, bright yellow

His legs crossed, attitude was quite mellow

He said, “Would you be so kind, dark fellow, and hand me a marshmallow?”

We both chuckled

Then I asked, “May you do an interview with me?”

He said, “I’d love to”

I pulled out my recorder, pressed record

I said my name, the time and the date

He said, “Let’s just skip forward”

He said, “Well, my name is Lucifer, I’m 5’8’’, I love to snowboard

I love quiet nights and going on dates, cafes, and going to local stores”

He said, “I also wrote books, The Origins of Rosicrucianism, Magic Rituals, Origins of God, Advanced Metaphysics, The Life of Killah Priest And Why He Left The Music Business, Brief History on Time Travel, Theology of Star Wars, Tarot Cards, Music Stars and My Inner Peace and How I Found Happiness As The Dark Lord

Then he ordered tea with toast, butter and basil

Just then who walked in was a couple of angels

They ordered broccoli casserole satisfying the soul

Stuffed zucchini, linguini and the carrots [?]

"Do you want that sandwich or bowl?”

They handed him gold and said, “I’ll take a bowl

And please add some baked spinach,” then glanced at us fake grinning

Nervously I said, “Let’s order some yams in pepper cups, wild rice, waters with lemons"

Then one said, “Is that the son of the morning, the son of perdition?”

Then they all disappeared like some sort of magicians

As my waitress brought my order from back of the kitchen

Startled, I looked around as she sat down the dishes

She said, “You ordered a lot, but it looks delicious”

I looked at her suspicious

She asked, “What?” I said, “Nothing,” and started to smile and asked, “What time do you finish?”

She said, “I’m off in a minute,” then we talked with no limits then we walked off the premise into deep thought and dimensions

She morphed into a quartz, I became salt

Dynamic transition, intuition, caduceus, the serpents begin twisting

The brain released a liquid, the tongue begins to flicken

Uncoiling then hissing

Putting ourselves in a presence to an almost claustrophobic degree

Then withdraw completely

Discard then connect with the inner god then put him in charge

Deafened by the silence but comfortable within the loudness

I back up into the branches of the olives like the Wonderland of Alice

To understand the knowledge, the son of man must balance

One hand demolished, the other hand was solid

It’s all symbolic, the floors are polished, the doors no blockage

The walls are conscious, all pay homage

All aboard the rocket