Days Of Our Vibes

Rolling Stop

Little Ox Rolled through a stop And hit an orange van It was unmarked Double-parked On 31st and Mann

It moved enough That all the stuffs Inside it not nailed down Landed in The HAZMAT bin Then turned a sickly brown

It melted through [the acid goo] The van’s steel-plated floor The clutch, AC The extra key The pleather on the doors

Far down it went A great descent A hole through Earth itself The sky went black The heavens cracked But then came something else...

A rumbling roar! Within the core Crawled up into the crust The grass, the trees The birds and bees All crumbled into rust

There is no time! In a little while I will be egregiously late for work. They’ll crucify me and get over it. I’ll probably die anyway. If this coffee doesn’t kill me first, and believe me, it’s trying.

I don’t drink (coffee) that often, but when I do the quality varies from high quality HD blends to some awful black lagoon strains that no amount of sugar, cream, or novacaine could hope to resurrect.

The Answer is silent today, E is off his game! Or maybe had enough. Doubtful. The coffee is hard to swallow, closing my neck boa fashion. The accompanying banana, more phallic than usual, is really not doing much in the alleviation department. It’s a crazy drug.

I have absent mindedly shaped the remaining banana and two oranges into a very familiar body part.

You know which one.

The Miscellany Adventures of Little Ox

Little Ox had one good friend called Gingerale the Genie She loved The Cars Some Bruno Mars 2 Chainz and Pat Metheny They liked to have adventures:

On summer nights They’d make their flight They traveled light (for speed) They’d journey through The morning dew And stop to gather seeds ‘Cause Ginger was a vegan

By heaven’s dawn They’d long be gone Somewhere beyond the known Their double vectors Wandered sectors Far away from home E.g. The Land of M’ath:

Where royal numbers Counted under Sleepy Slumber Sloths Who hibernate To calculate How much their slumber costs In real projected planes

They overheard A message bird: The King of Words was here! His only son Had been undone Backspaced and disappeared Thick clouds of war were brewing

Our heroes left For Treble Kleffs (Wherein dwelled deaf musicians) Up mountains high They climbed the sky To see ancient physicians - For sinus medication

The afternoons On desert dunes Had felt like June/July But then the breeze A frigid freeze Would chill their piercing eyes Good thing they saw that doctor...

They waltzed with three Anemone In undersea volcanoes To fluid grooves They learned the moves Of six aquatic tangos Until they had to leave

At 6:13 Their slurpmarine (a great machine with sails) Began to creak  - It sprung a leak! So Ox and Ginger bailed The Gluglug lost forever

To make it worse They lost her purse! Our friends were cursed, it seemed So Ginger cried Tears of fried Chicken, pork, and beans She was a genie, after all

The woke, marooned That afternoon A foggy gloom had settled It reeked of dread So Ginger said “Please put me in my kettle!”

Little Ox Daydreams During His Marginally More Than Minimum Wage Day Job As An Insurance Adjuster’s Assistant’s Assistant Adjuster About His Possible Future After Hopefully Several Promotions And A Substantial Raise and After He Finally Gets Rid of His Acne and His Stutter So He Can Maybe One Day Get The Confidence To Go Out To a Bar or Nighttime Club And Find A Wife

Little Ox Often thought Of building his own apricot It’d be a grand sight to see Dangling from A summer tree:

Two bedrooms Plus a master bath A backyard with a garden path Wifi in the living room A closet For the kitchen broom

A double-bolted double-door A lever laser-grids the floor Alarms insured by ADT A moat (For more security)

The neighborhood Is really nice An octopus, a couple mice A little park Where hippos play And chase their afternoons away

(One unlucky apricot Had been foreclosed And then forgot And then resold through Section 8 To bandicoots and reprobates)