of kiwis fruit and bird

i stand here upside down
on top of your feet
imagining your eye lashes
flapping backwards

and rocks glued to the ground
so they don't fly
towards the sun
or worse...
the moon

you ask me
"how do you see the world?"
i tell you

royal blue, with loud music blaring
and a dance -- hippos, iguana
and those weird lung fish you can only find
in odd places like Perth or the Bronx

"It's not really like that though,"
you say,"It's not."

first,
a chuckle
worms its way through my esophagus
which triggers a massive chortle
with aftershocks of snarfs and cackling

oh yes
yes it is.

the world is delightful
and getting warmer every day.