The Mystery of Minnie

The crowd was nothing more than an unshakable stare
like a bear with teeth
foamy and barren
rearing to go and get out of this
mixup of who's in the know
who, in the hell, is going to
show all the blow

when she left it out
on the tabletops out
pops the bellies of
her somewhat able bodied
well studied
superior officers
twisting the galaxy up
between
their fingertips and toes
lingering among her lips of magesty
and woe is she
curling her e's
with laughter

simply a reflex, she was
moving to the changes in wavelengths
the length of time
it took to spin the plastic
around the pin of
Minnie's saturn
shaped, swirlin'
tape player

she decides to
savor the moment
and slurp up
the proverbial
marrow from the very
origins of her bones

grows, blossoms
all knowledge

bites into the apple

until the commotion
arose from the dead
and scattered
mad hatters
dashin' and flashin'
badges of identification
nation to nation
a milky way of free form
space travel

picking through
doo dads and gadgets, there's
a strange noise coming from
their ships'
Baydoor control keys

"Look," she says,

"A galaxy
waiting
for me to
begin, to
shine again,

from beyond the winds
of their nuclear planned
world war three
type of messed
up universe
destroying
type of gig."

similar to the ancient
political party and hair pieces
called Wigs, her bosses erupted
from their buffet
of gluttony and pastry tossing

to see her enveloped
in magic and flaming
with red green and gold

with her pen all scribbling
onto a choclate covered pad

writing about how
she was going to implode
all the evils they been
perpetuatin'
while they been burnin' holesbr> into their
noses

or so she goes on to say
but either way, whatever way,
her contributions will be remembered
not by her truculance
but for her icy hands,
soon discovered drifting,
with her cold, stern body,
written on both of them,

"She wanted a rebellion,

well, by God, she got one."