Not that Juicy

Adam_Eve_happyIn the end,

there was the beginning

–well, mulligan, really,

since ends beget starts

as device of verse will demonstrate

exhibit number



(frustrating, yes? but let me finish)

where I was…


in this once infinite launch

aliens discovered earth, or for you

thumpers out there—God


who is alien, after all…


I mean, have you met the Man?

those multi-faceted eyes aren’t trick contacts, you know…

those webbed fingers aren’t dot coms, either,

and for sure, that green hue is—

well—typical to monsters, now isn’t it?


In this burgeoning,

Adam and Eve, and their pet monkey:


got a slew of new neighbors including a lighting expert dubbed


and the next thing you knew, folk were staying up til all hours…


crushing it the night long, and since day then blended into night,

Big Al created space—or for you

cloud gazers out there—sky

so as to have sommeres to put the Son…

(other Books got the timeline wrong)

Meantime, the minions and couple “most likely to” were getting tired

of water polo, and in the interest of sustaining the pool party a bit longer,

that Mayan relic created deck—

or for those ditch diggers among us

–dry land

calling in caterers, naturally, because swimming puts a fierce hunger

on you, now doesn’t it, as any water baby can attest,

and since there was no TV back then

–Internet either—

and festive atmosphere starting to pall,

the Hopi Cave drawing went reverse Noah on the place,

and the world became a Zoo—

of which we—

the rat race

were the smallest and worst part

–proving once and for all times

the best species don’t always win—

(this math clearly irrefutable, and incalculable til the evolution of calculators)

and in the end,

–of the beginning, which was the end initially, and therefore the beginning of something else–


urged Adam to go for it—

egged him on you might say, though Eve might not

the monkey Bubbles,

Thor, and alien minions, too,

and in this manner,

the term: hot monkey sex

was coined,

a long with

(or was it  before?)

Man “kind”.


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