The Rapid Juggler- By Alex and Buce

peeling masking tape off old lady skin
the arrow points to the north star
the swamp teems with life
double the mustard, double the fun
styrofoam polutes my living quarters
the antalope celebrates the dawning of the new year
the number of people who died in the heroshima bomb did not die of hunger
hold my stress ball, its time for the hunt.
red painted lips makes the grass part
hiking through general mills kitchen
aunt jemimah would diapprove
come to me, furry beast
my brain taps against my skull
i realize i have missed my flight
stepping on corn flakes as i run
elmers glue, masking tape and staples will not keep me here
had i fogotten to bow?
the curtain closes