I give you permission
to rip these words and toss them
in the garbage, with your toenails
and your expired cottage cheese.
I was tied to the wall
with duct tape and old lace.
There was a leaking pipe above,
dripping on my passive body.
I called the pipe Sir Michael Caine.
His bolts resembled the British actor because
I was blinking fast, in an imbroglio.
He said, “Some men just wanna
watch the world burn.”
Next came full-figured water droplets,
sauntering out, seeping from above,
They wore bullet bras and sultry dresses,
ones that would make Jayne Mansfield blush.
Exposed and feminine droplets, together,
to become a thrashing sea.
my ears popped.
My eyes blinked
because of the television.
It also survived the water,
swimming before my eyes.
It somehow managed
not to electrocute me,
but you know what,
I wished it would’ve.
played on a loop.
My eyes blinked 67 times per minute.
2016, I was unzipped, ingressing
into an imbroglio...
connecting bottom and top eyelids,
convincing myself that the bird was out there,
with its black and blue and orange feathers.
A halcyon soaring in the sky I couldn't see
as a crazed clownfish
consumed the duct tape and old lace
that held me.
I dived to
the bottom of the liquid depths,
or wherever I was all the time
I was blinking, blinking,
Merpeople weren’t any better.
Ariel’s slut sister, Aquatta,
forged her finger in my eye
and Trident announced plans
to build a wall to keep my kind out.
And so now I blink with my one good eye,
faster than any physicist could ever fathom.
This will cause a second Big Bang.
Instead of an imbroglio unraveling,
like last time, everything will go white.
Whiter than the expired cottage cheese
that rots in your garbage can.
And then, hello. There they will be.
Feathers. Black and blue and orange.
Floating down to God knows where.