Calling all Killoggs Tuneheads:

Do you know the song about the dragon that eats train after train of insincere people, upsetting his stomach and dismaying his doctor, who can do nothing but prescribe milk of magnesia and lecture on the importance of a pretention-free-diet..?

I have spent all weekend racking my brain and scouring google for the rock opera, concept album, or other concoction this comes from.

I'm pretty sure it's a story told by one character to another, within a larger tale revolving around going cold turkey off heroin.

The story ends with a young boy, miraculously untouched in the wreckage of a train, looking up with such sincerity, who says:

"Obviously neither of us believes in the other, so let's have a party!"

It was quite a bleak today here in San Francisco.
So bleak, that it reminded me of a even more dreary day here in June, which inspired this poem.
This city has some of the most beautiful weather of anywhere in the world sometimes,
but also has some of the worst weather also, which provides for a good contrast and is good inspiration.
Anyway, here's the poem

Green and grey
Auras of mystic sadness
Tone deaf
Yet a slow pounding noise rustles him awake

Shadows of puppets in the morning mirror
Slow yet urgent
Twinkling piano keys
Mixed in with a baby's cry

Green and grey
The children walk to school surrounded by the thick fog