I Dream of Eden

Where we swim with coeds

and hug redheads around the waist.
That green alien girl tattoo
on my back,
I forgot I ever got.
I dress up in a red beard
made of string
and dance the robot backward
to fall into a soft couch.
I need to pee!
Why did they need me
to audition before that?
The play went off
without a hitch
The players were attractive
and everyone loved it.
Good blocking, great angles,
beautiful actresses,
missiles, bombs, and more.
Jihad in Eden;
Those that cursed His name
in the garden lay smitten;
where science fiction
took a turn for biblical. I was an onlooker:
a third person omniscient bystander.
(Casting asked me about my hair,
which is going bald,
and said to see his cousin
near the airport.)
When everyone got to
class the next day,
no one was talking about
the hockey team.
It was the theatre club.