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Kool Aid Man's QuestTribute to Rick Griffin: Beat visionary, fine artist, surfer – and friend
Hey look - that’s my buddy Rick Griffin he’s working there at his desk pen in hand - drawing “Hey Rick – what are you working on?” “Hey John look at my new comic book it’s got some character icons in it…” Hey look - it’s the Kool aid man he’s on a quest yes he smiles but we know he is really dry inside so dry “My lime green crystals yearn for your water” He smiles but he’s sad he knows he's missing something He’s knowing that something's not right “There's got to be more to this I’m dry, so dry How do we get out of this desert?” long trudging steps on little comic feet don't take you very far The footsteps stop. What is that sound? like feathery butterfly wings "Don’t give up my tasty friend" "Who's that?" turns his handled head and peers up it's the Canada Dry ginger ale fairy she looks so pretty and dainty flying just out of reach on her careful shiny wings his glassy eyes sparkle "Ahhh such a sweet refreshing sight" “Do you have any water?” she blinks and fairy blushes mystically “No, sorry Kool Aid Man, I’m the Canada Dry variety” Kool aid man looks down remembers his quest "but I still must meet my answer man will I always be so dry?” she feels it ginger fairy lights on a cactus she puts her magic wand up to her chin "oh yes, him, there's no denying it you can't get around him he's going to want his answers from you you know" Suddenly, her bright light seems to darken when – out on the horizon a figure looms It’s Mr Quaker Oats man Oh my God “he’s dry too!” Breakfast slop needs water syrup, he’ll pour down your throat thumping on his book praying for lumps no lumps lumps no lumps Thunder in the sun Quaking on the earth “I want all your water for my oats” Oppressive dark suit ruler of dogma Fairy wings and Kool Aid man tremble hear fairy whisper “We must resist be strong you never know what’s coming next take my hand we can make it to the next panel together…” (PART TWO) Rick I can see you there yes - working at your desk with your pen in your hand grip this light in your hand unfold and let it drip like blood stains out of your head watch the colors squeeze and bleed in iridescent display liquid light draw with it use it to create reveal colors of meaning Look deeply within Now a new image emerges red-orange yellow a bursting sunrise no, these light rays are alive look they have tails Here – this one is a messenger sperm of God squiggling its head hard against golden circle in the center pulsating color of life bright dancing ovum – Crash! Unite! squiggling orgy of Life (PART THREE) “What is the color of you?” a man a woman a spirit of life or some mutation of life force captured in a comic book Rick, you can do it Please lead me through firecrackers use your beatnik powers pound on your bongo of your paper thump lines into place with fingers and fists we shall overcome indeed you're leading our parade corn maiden naked in the sky shining nourishing light from inside she burns and glows golden the wisdom of the moment recognizing the power in each tingle each split second bang! pop! buzz! wow! duck the flashing fireworks of furious night splash works of light energy AOXOMOXOA! Mix up man messages No answers here across fields of space building waves of radiation looming energy sets ready to catch and ride holy feature strip of time and tides “Go for it Murphy!” paddle paddle paddle in invisible uni-verse in-a-verse out-a-verse our multi-verse you can catch this one it’s all you go go go got your name on it for sure Oooooooomanoooaaahhh Wow – look at that thing loom up and crest dancing water fingers this one is bigger than
It’s the dreaded ninth wave and the sea-dog-God is on it Go Murphy Go Like a mermaid would Don’t back down It’s a god quake Earth quake Ocean quake Air quake Fire quake Spitting lava juice Pee Ahh Lah Hey Aah ooo ahh Waimea honolua Pepe lani, kalee-hee-why Steroid ripped acid drop wave go go go he’s on it all the way look at that thing warp as it rises like a water escalator in front of a cliff no where to go but up up up Murphy don’t hesitate course he’s gonna go this eruption’s gonna BLOW! Rick you exist on that fault line that runs deeply beneath the greens and golds of this westernmost state continental edge of ocean and shore cliff-cutting spray constant where yesterday turns into today I see you surfing hold on brother this section is scary It’s breaking rough above harsh rock structures nasty sharpened spines Hold on my brother you can make it don’t think about what’s under you Look up, look out, look ahead, the water is looming up, rising its crystal edge sharpens fingers of craggy, solidified light razored broken glass water cut back, turn, fly off the lip above clear concrete hardening now ready to fall and destroy But he doesn’t seem to mind Doesn’t seem afraid Murphy just glides His answer’s in his head Kool Aid Man is dead that’s what he said that’s what I read your head must be fed Rick, please lead us through firecrackers use your beatnik powers pound your paper bongo on and on and on
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