. . .(and the narrator asks:)

Can someone tell me, where did
all these basketball sized mangoes come from?
Why is the sky purple, and
who is the debonair, pinstriped,
feather-brim porkpie hatted man in it,
twirling his diamond handled cane and puffing his pipe
into clouds, raining splotches of
incandescent dark matter?

See how it congeals into forms.
Watch how the forms animate . . . .
. . .****, how many cigarettes is that, now?
Could swear I'd quit months ago . . .
LISTEN: Now they are communicating!
    "Zeepa Dappa Doppa Dooba Dooba Dee Dao!"
The ghosts of deceased jazz musicians?
Louis! Is it you? I'm not Dolly, but it ain't no folly of mine!
D'ya wanna puff on this here ******, have a swig of this here wine?
Wait, wuh-wuzzat?
My FEETS' too big?
FATS!!!!!!!!!!! IS IT REALLY YOU?!?!?!?!
Cuz if'n it be, I must confess, I HAVE been misbehavin'
S'pose that's why I'm here, after all.'

This world is dense and immense
and it makes less sense
than a fortress guarded by
an inch-high ironclad fence


(. . .and 3 days later the narrator awoke and aptly asked:)

****!
Where did all my money go?
Where is my left kidney?  
Why is there a tattoo of Icarus on my forehead?
Why am I in Colombia?  
Where is my passport?
WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?!?!?!?!