I
pinch the night with questions. I’m a taciturn swipe of firecracker juice. Each
horse is an overture, each monkey a paramedic. Distortion harms my manners but
the nightingale gives me pie. The nightingale is an invention. We don’t have
them here. What we do have is muttering & seismographs. The pins sputter
sea lions while simultaneously holding homonyms in homilies. Is life an
odyssey, or more like a hobby? I’m just now learning to intercede among the
stones & further the merit of introversion. Extroversion is just
introversion inside out. And that’s when the owls cruise through the cubbyholes
in my eyes, & the night turns wicked with wax & stationary.
Mike Tyson says the gods of war have
reignited his ego & he wants to fight again. But how? Is there a way to box
& practice social distancing at the same time? Can you stage a boxing match
on Zoom? So if you’re boxing via Zoom & your opponent swings at your jaw
with a left hook do you have to pretend that you got hit? And if they meet in
the ring, will they be wearing masks? Will they be using hand sanitizer? Will
there be an announcer, or an audience? Is sneezing permitted? My guess is that
it’s not. What do the gods of war have to say about any of this?
Religions make everyone go bananas. That’s
been my impression. Take it or leave it. One opinion isn’t going to change the
world. But that doesn’t stop me from sharing them. It’s amazing how much
judging goes on second by second. Millisecond by millisecond. It can’t be
measured. It’s all a matter of perception. Perception is the reception of
exception.
There’s something about
bananas in a window to make you think it’s wonderful to have bananas in a
window. Five bananas six bananas eight bananas maybe even nine bananas. The
flesh of the banana is mildly sweet & indeterminate. There’s something
vague in the flavor of the banana that promotes somnolence. Prepositions in
ointments with a reed mouthpiece. And chew and chew. The appeal of the peel is
pellucid. Lucid pellucid fluid. Elusive reclusive. Druid cupid. Stupid useless
translucid cabana. In Atlanta. With a banana. Atlanta cabana bandana banana.
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