Comics and Candy

Moreover the sky has stopped wishing I could visit.

It tells me I can stay for as long as I want.

I can cut down trees and wear shoes made of green suede.

I can eat pork rinds and ask for more time.

So now that it’s settled, thanks for the address.

I am a good person who sometimes needs a place to stay.

If a fellow drops in claiming to be my cousin

let him in. He is an old, close friend.

He sometimes needs a blue popsicle for his tongue,

which gets hot and tired from talking all day,

and then he runs his cool tongue over his red face

and gradually feels much better.

The tiger might want to come in as well.

He brushes his hair with a thorn bush

and wears a pink begonia behind his ear,

that’s how you’ll know it’s him

and not some other tiger,

also his eyes glow with a yellow gold fire

and his voice is rough and low.

My mother the clown will be coming later in the year

with her own axe, and boots made of rhino skin.

Her kind of clowning involves purple chiffon

with real silver thread woven in

and an unexpected, shocking, and ultimately funny

something or other,

that’s usually bright red.

Now I’d like to give thanks again for the earth

and for being able to stick around for a while,

and for all those who wish it were nicer

I say why not roll your birth records into a tube

and blow a trumpet to far distant hills

and wait for the echo.