Scene 2, Part 1
February 16, 2014 § Leave a comment
He hailed from Studio 54
On the moon –
Shuttered chest, curl-tipped toes, oriental-space-via-millefeuille fusion shit.
He had the background,
But no more vision.
So he bought some hash and got his visions,
And he moved the moon and he shifted the stars,
Tacked up a period in between ’54’ so it read:
– He reclined.
There were divans in this borrowed fantasy.
And the moon was thrilled
And the hash dealer was happy
And the thrift stores gained some business.
But the professor didn’t really notice –
There was still some guy looking
Out the window of his class
Wearing pointy-ass shoes.