Tim Bouchard

I might as well be on mars dinning
On corn pops with a flopped eared
Rabbit with the diamond earring he
Stole from the queen of hearts
When she slipped on Tony Hawks
Board in the middle of the little
Dipper dipping in purple punch
For a political artistic lunch Elvis
Was the entertainment while Marylyn
Served refreshments to the Kennedy’s
Dali tattooed the scene behind the sun
Where spirits come in search of inspiration
And Einstein changed a rubix-cube
Into a circle we all use as a baseball
In the middle of Asia the
Dalai Lama hits one over the wall
For a little guy named Babe
While he eats caviar
With a Blue whale contemplating
The future of man and the meeting
Of Extra terrestrials in search
Of a beach house and babes
Playing volleyball sipping on
Coconuts until they all go crazy and walk
Up on the beach killing Nazis
With banana bullets to save the
Queen called victory in an over
Analyzed musical composition
Beethoven Bach and some one
Called Christian conducted
For a billion little children
With no reservations but
Guilty temptations and the
Word no flashing in the
Sky like a Vegas Sign
No one can see because
They don’t believe but try
To exceed gravity and
Oxygen and live like a dance
The fire throws shadows of life
Lost in intelligent conversation
No one could actually say
Or describe but we all
Know it like the smell
Of home and the touch
Of a girl