Performed by Val Cole
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POEM:
I Live So Close I’m Wearing Pajamas
“Only a puddle remained where, just a day earlier, a man had bobbed in the amniotic fluid of illusion.” “A Man in a Fishbowl,
Marinated in Unreality,” Dan Barry, The New York Times, 5-10-06
Everything’s rendered as a Victorian romance to lure us into death,
but let’s keep going.
You forgot already, but I used free energy to blow glass
into a minivan-sized fishbowl
with help from a whole circle of men hooked up to IVs.
I have a non-Earth alloy that I beat into a crown.
I can show you the fishbowl footage,
but because it’s not being used as blackmail, I probably won’t.
In Old Heaven you said, please tell me we find each other again.
I still have realms of harvest, and I won’t let them go.
I’m the product of actual off world events, so it’s the human race that’s trashy.
I make the whale sing the colon frequency 20Hz
and the love frequency 528Hz to heal your ulcerative colitis
or else I’m napping and winning.
I want a love I can see before the world resets.
I’m in deep, deep therapy.
I live so close to the mansion of heaven.
Why else would I be wearing my pajamas inside of a fishbowl
inside of a whale?1
I complain, but being unplugged from the belly of the beast is such a letdown.
I’ve spent my whole life interviewing you,
but you don’t get it.
When we see each other again,
we’ll call each other by name
like dolphins already do.
Comedy FESTIVAL 