The Make-Believe
She wove into her
Bouncy conversation
With the mailman
Didn’t faze him
Though it was about
Her days as a cowgirl
In heaven
The total lie
She snuck into her
Words with Megan
Didn’t move her eyebrow
Though it was patently absurd
She’d flown south as a bird
When she’d gotten home
And sat down
She came to believe
She had.
It was a mixture of jazz and exercise which impressed the first alien visitors.
On the shore of Lake Inova a gathering of exercisers wrapped with bands at head and wrist, equipped with limbs of sprightly circulation, high kicked and punched, flailed and jumped to smooth jazz and raucous new jazz. The crashings and permutations of the sounds, along with the rigorous and frenetic human forms alerted the watchful many-eyes of the alien horde. The first body worker fried by alien laser was Edmond hill of port worth, whose spasmodic death at first seemed innocuous to the other equally paroxysmal aerobicists. The second, third, and fourth, a. Reilly, ella rubacker and Tom thumbs(no relation) were quickly dispatched in a tragedy described as “dematerialization”. The remaining, having caught onto the threat, if not the nature, shot off to safety successfully with the legs whose muscles had been so attentively readied.
She took the pill
And drank the swill
And the evening progressed
She melted into it
With a top twirling in her head
While swirling in the dance floor mist
She snorted and cavorted
Through swimming limbs
And languid legs
That she dragged with
Rubbery arms
She puffed stuff and disappeared
To reappear in a stall
With a twin
Interrogating
She took the fall head deflating
In the waiting room of heaven.
There’s this buddy cop movie riiight and it is set in a prison
though riiight and the prison the prison riiiight is in a jungle
so these two cops they gotta do surveillance riight in this prison riight
but it is not too familiar to them riight because they’re cops riight not only
that they’re in a fucking jungle riight and that’s another layer right there riight ya see the way I’m going to direct it riight is you’re never gonna hear what these characters, the prisoners, the cops, the warden are saying riight because it’s all from the perspective of this guy on his fiftieth year of time riight and he’s like 99 riight so it’s like slowed down silent from his perspective riight and it is like a slow motion god damn mime like ballet with these in deep cops and malcontent prisoners riight and
you’ve got the contrast of these prison riots all this fuckin violence contrasted with this old dude’s silence and it’s like a penitential silence riight and hey man this is my stop riight look out for it on the big screen riight
Their duet
Floated up to the high ceiling
Off the canvas went the grass
And their fleeting feeling
The many roomed manor
Where the clasp let down the hair
Or the shadow escaped into sleep
The dance upon the sheets
The window open to the night air
Tree leanin’ since storm hit
Track covered in goose shit
If there’s a connection what is it?
The breathy french exchange
Dans le telephone
Puzzled the listener
C’est donut dropped
Upon c’est lap
And the target escaped
Via (francais) je ne sais quoi
“Fuggit we gotta start ovah”
The ponytail
Of the cult leader
Waggled as he promised
The fabled city
His eyes almost crossed
With his rejection of society
The ponytail was a fake
Caught in the dentures
Of a pilgrim on the take
He shivered without it rolling
On the stage
The new bald age
B movie actress
Pumped up lips
Bright blue eyes
A chin that somehow
Twinkles
Is paid in gold
To stroll the park
With octogenarian
Who says he’s an aquarian
But she knows better
He’s an aquarius
She won’t make a fuss
About anything
And when his leathery
Arms
Flap like wings
She will widen her ceruleans
And admire his certitude
Whiskers fell
Tangled up time
Shaving cream
Still on the dream
Clock