Mickey has big ears and hears secrets <br />he's not supposed to. I think of pinning <br />and taping my droopy <br />fleshy excesses (the visible only) <br />with clear adhesive strips and suspend <br />my eyelids from my eyebrows and <br />stretch my cheeks to my earlobes <br />so I can fasten them behind. <br /> <br />You’re right about the big mouse <br />(a friend’s suggestion) that <br />his ears are big enough to hide <br />the decaying extent of my wisdom. <br />That way at the party incognito <br />I’ll flit from one guest to another <br />loosely talk about economics and <br />the worth of shrunken real estates. <br /> <br />In between champagne sips and <br />furtive glances at cleavages maybe <br />I shall make a cleavage photo series? <br />Yes, yes, we never know except <br />that a no always leads nowhere. <br />Well, so much for my simile-stream <br />Of consciousness written in octoplets. <br />Speaking of eights, isn’t it breath- <br /> <br />taking to rediscover there’s money <br />to be made from a large progeniture. <br />Because historically speaking, <br />when in dire economic times, <br />a freak circus is always a <br />hysterical place to watch an octopus <br />vaginally birth octopi. <br /> <br />~~~ <br />Alex Nodopaka Feb©2009 <br />AD Something<br /><br />Alex Nodopaka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-costumed-oscar-eve-party/
