FOR BEN NAGA
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm
I was trying to re-write an excerpt
from My Shredded Manuscript
but I failed.
It was about
The New Millennium’s New Year’s Eve Party For The Second Coming of Christ
thrown by Me
The Second Coming — all sexual innuendos intact —
where I would be in a plane loaded with champagne
(the plane, not Me)
flying into earlier and earlier time zones
appearing at the head of the plane
naked, handing out champagne to all invitees at each airport
and The Whole World would be invited
but the dress requirement would be Come Naked.
I failed
to recount all the reasons why each nationality would want to attend
regardless of the weather
but the US would have wanted to know who else was going before they would accept
the invitation
Oh, and the Muslim countries would not be able to accept
because they cover their woman at all times
and would not allow them to disrobe for any occasion and besides, they don’t drink.
The rest of the world would be offended
by The Muslim Countries not going, so
MY PARTY FOR THE WHOLE WORLD could never happen
and the world would remain in conflict for the rest of time.
The whole world is overrated. It never comes to anything I invite it to.
You are very clever — or just a cynical fifteen year-old? Thank you for any and all of your comments.
Maybe just a bit of both? 😉
To be the subject of not one one but two poems …What can one say?
Thank you?
And the other? (Rather Different) http://developedornot.wordpress.com/2013/04/02/the-musey-man/
Thank you Ben for inspiring me this afternoon with your invitation to tea.
There is history here. An ancient yet little known image of sitting outside of time, watching the passing show while sharing tea. cf. Lewis Carroll, Robin Williamson, Ben Naga …
I’m tired of History. I’m into Futurism.