THE LITTLE RED VANISHING STOOL

The man in brown shorts
sitting on the red stool
of creative license
wielding a Bengali lens
and a digital tongue
to taste the lumens
on the kathi roll
torn to spill
its chunky innards
on spotless white.

A JOWL jawed
LOUD mouth squirrel
from the overvalued food chain
shoots claws from his podgy fingers
and as the man in brown shorts
lenses to shoot,
he saws a foot off
the little red stool.

The red PLumpy,
splitting at her seams,
nude pants riding
into her crevices,
asks for an
innocent handsaw.

The Queen Bee buzzing around
importantly,
stings, laughs
and jiggles
with the shuddering chainsaw
nearly flying out of her hand.


And the man in brown shorts
is left
balancing
on
one
toe
swollen and smarting.
on
a
piece
of
red
stick.