And you walk into some sort of
frozen lesbian gang,
legs everywhere...you know the
story.
seen it all before -
remember when you met
little red riding hood
for a date outside
the extraterrestrial convenience
market, her breast in her dress, her legs breathing,
looking like some Medusa child...thick and lonely.
Across the street you notice 5 Cadillac Pink flamingos
in 'the neighbours' front garden
and,
they notice you and you notice suddenly how sullen they look.
Changed perceptions so you ran from riding hood who was still
immersed in her namesake,
you burst through the street, straight, through a wall and emerge,
finding yourself staring down the barrel of an elephant gun.
"I'm not an elephant" you began to cry but stopped when you realised the thing
on the other side couldn't give a fuck whether you were a panda or Hunter S. Thompson
...since it was blind, you see?