When the aliens found me I’d been busy

hitting myself upside the head with eels.

Not electric. Not like that transport beam.

I’d been relocated to a little bushy area

just before the airport on Squirrel road.

There were mummies moaning at picnic tables.

I began to dance around them,

dishing out some freestyle I learned

from watching the Breakin movies.

I didn’t think they’d curse me, but they did.

I tried my pelvic thrust move a second time

and pulled my right buttock.

I was drunk on brains. All through the night

I enjoyed the campfire and guitar playing.

I finally began to think clearly.