Let me put on my fool’s cap-
the one that I’m so proud of,
and see if I can perform operations of logic
in time and order
with candies and icing
mixed in a fluffy soufflé…
Or, if I’ve the inclination,
to try to win your affection,
if you are fond of verbal romantic ballets,
or the gaping mouth of a fish-
either way is fine with me.
We will need an appliance
that increases biomass
by adding energy to our systems…
Never mind, our molars will do,
as we chew 43 times on the infectious organisms of life
to relieve our pain
that originates 24 light years from Earth
amid a flint-projectile culture
whose happiness is characterized
by revealing bad teeth...
Enough of this idle and frivolous activity.
It is quite irresponsible,
not unlike ingesting toxins
from a species of poisonous mushroom-
It is nourishment
in a solid form,
but only temporary…
Are we making headway
sailing the treacherous seas of time on our projected course,
navigating the rocky shoals of solitude together?
Is all this devoid of wisdom and sense
and lacking in point and purpose,
written and read by the foolish and ignorant?
Do not answer,
or I will pummel you
with a muscular organ
extending from the ventral side of a mollusk…
Well, at least I still have my gaily-decorated cap,
and we have our sporks and foons.
Here, let’s share this chocolate fondue
and rub our oily limbs
on the gaps of our cranial bones
until we become a sweet, creamy sugar-paste
fit for consumption by human beings,
easily sliced, chopped, blended,
and proudly depicted atop the food pyramid.
Ridiculous inspiration, absurd preposterousness,
but deep down serving the same purpose
as wine and roses
woven in poetic meter on satin pages
that echo whispered sweet nothings
into your awaiting ears
with an affectionate nibble...
Let's dance our dullness away,
all the way to the ludicrous destination below.
We'll flail away with our lower extremities
like animated knickknacks,
and be mixed with custard
and served cold.
That's when we're at our best.
Or so says the fat gourmet.
Which brings us to a fat insanity:
where, contrary to reason or belief,
and completely lacking in credulity,
I shall draw from the past
and the Gbe language of the Fon
to wish warm liquids upon your skin,
and a perpetual following movie shot
that films the fruitless and comical nature of our lives.
Let's amble a bit further through this briar patch of words...
we have found ourselves eating them, yae, imbibing them, smelling them,
maintaining our existence
off the beaten path of Naanaa... laughing at our pain.
Words bitten in half by two people who have ardent interests in such foodstuffs-
the vitamins, fats, proteins, minerals, and carbohydrates
dripping with purpose, finally put to good use,
in this definitive departure from reason and common sense,
at least by 13 to 16 inches.
Here is where we enter our earned states of delusional contentment
and false hopes
in a fool’s paradise.
What? We're allowed. It’s the weekend already,
where an occasional lapse of reason is warranted
as we heal from the conflicts and struggles
of our daily lives…
So don your fool’s cap too as you recover your strength,
we shall sooth our synapses
in this short respite
from the somber task of Being…
Oh, why stop there...
a few more lines to wrap things up will not harm us.
Do not look at your clock,
for your time is being well spent here-
the inner you mending and rejuvenating
in splendid glory,
one single strand of DNA within one single newborn cell at a time.
Tiny, isn't it,
in this purportedly vast Universe.
Ouch. That was a stretch.
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