Before I went to college
I didn't really know how
To lie.
Now I have this skill
Called tact,
To be able to tell
My teacher to take a
Flying leap
So well,
She thanks me
For the trip.
But I haven't lost
My touch
To spew the
Unspoken lusts
From the lips
Of shy friends
To their future
Beloveds.
So I argue
With philosophers
About the nature
Of insanity
As entertainment.
It's like watching
Children kick a Dodge
Ball on a dusty
Red field
Who have forgotten
They are ancient.
The direction
Of the conversation
Doesn't really matter
Only that they
Are having fun.
Who says that
Anything has to be
In order?
Then he talks
In deep and sexy
Hispanic tones
To make young
Girls blush,
And I say so
To make sure
That my reality
Matches hers…
And she turns
Three shades
Of crimson.
Then a bee
Falls from the sky
When the air
Turns cold
And his little
Abdomen pumps
To try and generate
Some warmth…
He attempts
A second time
To fly and almost
Falls of the table…
Most mortals
Would ignore
Such a struggle,
But I put out my
Hands cupping
Him
From the wind
To send love
And light
Into his being…
He shifts,
Readjusts himself
Then I say,
“Ok try it now.”
And he takes off.
The truth is
It happened.
All of it.
But that doesn't mean
Anyone will believe
It
Or me.
Se la vie'.
