Are You Still Up For Down?
By Joe Dickinson
Two-ply, it’s amazing,
I called a fairy godmother
But she’d.
Holy!
Where have you been?
It’s like a cyclone! Only I’ve
Never seen a trash bag.
Left-handed, or was it
Circle pup? With a cherry
On
Bottom. Boo!
Like a candle
I am frozen
On fire.
Earthly delight, fair senator,
Try the mushrooms! They’re made of
Honey poison!
(or “hoyp” for short)
I am sorry, I was unawares.
I will research for you…in
The depths of hell!
Aka the soil!
You don’t know me!
Hey! How are you!
Make good on your promise or
You are a fake
And fakes get
Tarred plus given gifts.
Hesitant. My alter ego’s name.
(Or cyclone #6/7)
I can hear the tuba,
Tuba, tuba,
Burn tuba,
Become smoke
And rise into the outer layers
Of our atmosphere
So only
Little particles can hear you.
You
Will
Kill
Them.
And we will die as a result.
Nice, tuba. Way to blow
Me
Out of the water!
Or existence!
You’re silly!
Like a snake
That swings
And then persuades you
To bite into the sacred orange;
Screw the apple,
It’ll cause dry mouth.
Copyright 2007 Joe Dickinson