love fantasy

yesterday i was sitting on a park bench

sipping lemonade wishing i could have been

born a man

then thinking about the hairy balls

and wishing i could have been

born a man without balls

and then deciding, no, better

to be born a chameleon with twisty eyes

perched on some rainforest vine

watching a toucan preen

or no, better to be born moon-dirt

white dust on a static face

or no, better to be born a clown

with a permanent honk-squeeze nose

or best of all to be born

a ball-less man with twisty eyes and a honk-squeeze nose

and i'd never smile or cry, i'd just

twist my eyes around, seeing everything in all directions

sometimes squeezing my nose for a comic honk 
but never moving from my park bench until i met my true love
who would probably be

ordinary.

Meteor Shower

A hundred nimble yogis

Beaming energies down from a spaceship

Did not behead the president

They weren't trying to.

Those same nimble yogis

A year later, half-starved,

Thinking about consuming each other

Wished they had beheaded the man

Who'd defunded 'Yogis in Space.'

This time, with feebler powers

Aiming downwards they tried to

Behead the president but his head

Came only partway off and surgeons

Were able to re-attach it.

The same chimpanzees that had fondled

Jane Goodall looked up to see where the beams

Were coming from, chimpanzees being particularly

Sensitive to interstellar beams

And when they learned those beams

Were sent for violence they beamed back up

Toward those hundred nimble yogis

Messages of comfort and peace

Ninety-nine nimble yogis

About to consume the weeklest, feeblest yogi

Halted with their forks and knives in the air

As the love of the chimpanzees washed over them

"Don't eat her," whispered the least feeble

The yogis nodded; put away their forks and knives

Helped the near-sacrifice to her feet

And each said: "I'm sorry."

But the near-sacrifice doubted

She could ever trust her fellow yogis again

One message from the chimpanzees had saved her,

But what about when the hunger resurged? Wouldn't she be the victim then?

She didn't know

That the president had re-funded 'Yogis in Space'

That veggie burgers would be arriving tomorrow

She didn't know

So her heart chakra burst open like a rusty pipe

And spilled stars.