Pena

Captain Beefheart: "Ha, ahaha…"

Frank Zappa: "…here, go 'fast 'n bulbous!'"

The Mascara Snake: "Fast 'n bulbous!"

Captain Beefheart: "That's, ha…"

Frank Zappa: "'Kay, do it again, whenever you want."

Captain Beefheart: "I love that, love all those words."

The Mascara Snake: "Fast 'n bulbous!"

Captain Beefheart: "That's right, the Mascara Snake,

Fast 'n bulbous!"

The Mascara Snake: "Bulbous, also tapered."

Captain Beefheart: "Yeah, but you gotta wait until I say

'Also, a tin teardrop'."

The Mascara Snake: "Oh, Christ…hahaha."

Frank Zappa: "Again, beginning."

The Mascara Snake: "Fast 'n bulbous!"

Captain Beefheart: "That's right, The Mascara Snake,

Fast 'n bulbous! Also, a tin teardrop."

The Mascara Snake: "Bulbous, also tapered."

Captain Beefheart: "That's right."

Pena, her little head clinking

Like a barrel of red velvet balls full past noise

Treats filled her eyes

Turning them yellow like enamel-coated tacks

Soft like butter, hard not to pour

Out enjoying the sun

While sitting on a turned-on waffle iron

Smoke billowing up from between her legs

Made me vomit beautifully

And crush a chandelier

Fall on my stomach

And view her from a thousand happened facets

Liquid red salt ran over crystals

I later band-aided the area

Sighed, oh well, it was worth it

Pena, pleased but sore from sitting, chose to stub her toe

And view the white pulps

Horribly large in their red pockets

"I'm tired of playing baby," she exclaimed

And out of a blue felt box

Let escape one yellow butterfly the same size

Its droppings were tiny green phosphorous worms

That moved in tuck and rolls

That clacked and whispered in their confinement

Three little burnt scotch-taped windows several yards away

Mouths open to tongues that vibrated and lost saliva

Pena exclaimed, "That's raspberries!"