POEMS by Jenn Zukowski and Jack Collom, April 2001
Q: One lump or two?
A: Just one big one’ll about cover it.
Q: Who’s the boss?
A: That guy with the ears.
Q: Or is he?
A: Well, he just flapped outa here. Now what?
Q: Yeah, now what?
A: Okay, okay, um… why don’t we get the committee on that?
Q: Did that count as a question?
A: Just as sure as it rains little tin goslings.
Q: Okay. Let’s get serious. Where are we?
A: With the pelicans, of course. An interplanetary time vortex. But the real question is,
Q: How do we get out of here?
A: Play like a dead fish and let Pelican Transport take over — we’ll all get lumped in together.
Try to be kind to me, dear, or I’ll shoot you with my cold .41–
Whoa, man, can you stop for a minute? If you shoot me my life is done.
Oh shit, but a new song starts in three minutes.
Too bad, Dude Ranch, you knew the job was dangerous.
(Rumble rumble) … I’m trying to start my Rolls Royce SUV.
Aw crap, not you too! Here, let me get out the
Crank: (rrrrrr… phut phut…) Whoosh! Hey, what’s that big bump in the road,
Kilimanjaro? Holy Hornets! It can’t be! Turn left, no, right, no…
(Smasssh crash tinkle) — This is no time or place for a tinkle. Now look what you’ve done…