About the Aimless Boat Ride by Mystery X
A partly recovered early period X text. A series of prose and poetry around the idea of a Aimless Boat Ride. Heavily influenced by Arthur Rimbaud's Drunken Boat and William S Burroughs. I see a bit of Apocalypse Now and the Odyssey by Homer in here as well. At the time I was enjoying a summer of drawing unemployment and having lots of free time to get fucked up constantly. Life felt like a aimless boat ride, and that summer when this was written is what it's really about.
I've worked non stop excluding vacations for longer then I was alive when I wrote it. Will I ever go on another endless boat ride? Maybe if I win the lottery.
Vision Quest
I
- Voice of the skeletal rain
- wet panthers prowl threw a humid jungle
- rich vast clouds of bats
- vivid flowers open and close
- like time elapse photography
II
- It's a long walk to the city of fog
- the gas mask heavy on my face
- I stop by the ruins of a hospital
- and pity the human race
III
Chain smoking leaves of a unknown tree, I and my companion (A grey and green lizard Woman). I as interplanetary journalist. My bio-adjustable sunglasses glinting. We have been going down a milky protein river four days. Looking for a quasi-Buddhist like statue made out of insect eyes. The food supply is running low. The Lizard Woman whispers a inexplicable song.
IV
- whiskey Sunday
- In Tie Dye skies
- red and pink sunrise, in this
- a mind picture we see an
- eye looking back
V
I made it with the Lizard Woman last night. She was cold, but she throbbed in a pleasant vibration. She's been picking these weird berries as we drift down the white creamy river. She eats them and offers me some. I fear the berries for the stupor they give me. but I'm starving. Lost in a endless rain forest. I can't space out. I might lose control of the insect wing raft. The lizard woman's eyes are webbed shut, see threw eyelids obscuring placid eyes. I reach for a berry.
VI
Signs of Life
Today we drifted for hours while I was in a stupor. When I awoke we where grounded on a reedy shore. Strange heads hung from the trees. Suspended from nets of dried moss. I cut one down and ate it. I was black, swollen and fly covered but I forced it down. The Lizard Woman has not moved in three days. She seems to be in a energy preserving coma. Not doubt she will pounce at the first scent of food that won't poison her.
VII
I dreamed about You and Me cruising stoned. Time seemed suspended, anything possible.
VIII
- Found a village today.
- Star headed humanoids who live in buildings
- made from the bones of they're ancestors
- They brewed a insect broth
- in a giant urn
- We ate and slept there
IX
- The lizard woman disappeared today
- The Star heads claimed ignorance
- but
- I found her in the urn
- and I fled down river
- Lost
X
- Her Pain
- was a symbol
- for the times
- hard and strange times
- Headlights
- back then
- seemed like flame
- Her brown eyes shining
- with the strange pain
Aimless boat ride-Day Four
In my thin boat I ride down the bright river. On the edge for days now. Mostly the surrounding landscape is planted crops and occasional groves of trees. Once I saw a large clay rabbits along the river's edge. Another interesting sight was one night while preparing my pipe I saw something huge moving in the water. It was too dark to see what it was, but it had to weigh over a hundred pounds. It became aware of me and it splashed into the deep water.
Days five threw nine Bad heat wave. I thought I would go insane. I probably did. I drank all the water and thirsted for two days before stealing some from a pump behind a farm house. You can't drink the river, it makes you sick. I drank that bottle of frog wine. Its bitter taste made stronger by the stagnant heat of the relentless summer. I felt like a mummy and seldom moved.
Day six
Rain at last! Heat fever broken, the abandoned prairie I sale threw now lush. The river was swollen and strange reptiles came out to bask in the shore. They can only come out of the ground every 150 years or so, and only stay for the lushest week of summer. I'm naked on my boat now and low on food, but fishing is good. When you don't catch massive turtles in obsidian shells.
Day Nine
Land Ho! I push my little boat and remaining supplies away into the swirling waters. I keep the three arrow heads and stone of veined blackness I found. These I will display in my library.