(…reports of strange lights:
white grids, purple-black oily
moons…blue and orange rims...)
Radio Unit:
“Helicopter Head, copy?”
“10-4, on my way.”
Axels chopping air,
Resurrecting from the ground:
Hiccupping giant.
The pilot is a
Linebacker, rototilling
a path for his team.
Friday night football:
Crossed with an eerily stark,
rural, foggy farm:
Cemetery farm:
Dead armies rise from drumming,
Dancing with their guns.
Green heads of lettuce,
Nauseated by the sound…
Salads WILL be tossed!
“Helicopter Head,
You are in a no-fly zone!”
(It doesn’t matter).
“Who’s in control now?!”
Out of control chopper is!
Red skies in ‘mourning.’
Helicopter Head
Ignites dead firing squads.
Shooting, THROBBING pain!
5-to-9 servings
Of fresh fruits and vegetables:
Casualties of war.
(...reports of strange sounds...
unidentified objects
beeping, whirring, whistling)
“HH, do you read?”
<silence>…<still ringing>...voicemail: (continued)
“oh, hi, HH…”------BEEP!
Message cut in 2
Dead still waltzing in 3/4
Pain is still a 10.
Next: I Deserve a Better Doctor. (You're Fired!)
