Alien Abduction Poem

When aliens come to take us away, my toes will worry what happens that day. Will they pull at us? Will they poke us with forks? Will they boil us with potatoes and a side of pork?

When aliens come to boil up my toes, my shoulder blade will worry more stronger than those. Will they move me in circles? Will they split me in two? Will they cover me in caramel and call me Da-doo?

When aliens come to caramel Da-doo, my finacee won’t worry what happens to you. Will they conk her small noggin? Will they tickle her pits? Will they stick her in the freezer and serve her to kids?

When aliens come to freeze my fiancée, I hope they are quicker than prayer time on Thursday.

But I like her well warmer and eager to play, but frozen and eaten, I’ll take her that way.

The New Spinning Bookshelf

Macker and I are the proud owners of a spinning bookshelf.  We bought it from the Virgin Megastore that’s going out of business on Union Square.  I haggled for it.  100 dollars to 75 dollars.  I picked it up with my Plymouth.  It required disassembly to fit in my backseat.  I had to scoot my seat way up like I imagine a Smart Car is normally situated.  There it sits beneath our clock.  I feel lucky we have a TIME magazine subscription.  It gives our room the feel of a bookstore.  Like a café in a bookstore because it’s so close to the kitchen.  There’s a slot for a plaquard on top that may soon exclaim, “Book Shelf.”  There are several slots for further signage that may soon describe, “Eric’s Books” or “Mackenzie’s Books” or “Our Books.”  It’s kindof blocking the door buzzer, a wall socket, and the thermostat but it’s a small price to pay for the benefits of a spinning bookshelf.