When the aliens found me I’d been busy
hitting myself upside the head with eels.
Not electric. Not like that transport beam.
I’d been relocated to a little bushy area
just before the airport on Squirrel road.
There were mummies moaning at picnic tables.
I began to dance around them,
dishing out some freestyle I learned
from watching the Breakin movies.
I didn’t think they’d curse me, but they did.
I tried my pelvic thrust move a second time
and pulled my right buttock.
I was drunk on brains. All through the night
I enjoyed the campfire and guitar playing.
I finally began to think clearly.