"Multiversal Mutt (2) An eye for a kiss"
Beyond the cream of the Milky Way, into the oncoming merge of the Andromeda Galaxy, Franny and Jerky hook-up the Junkyard Bone with the esoteric Sal Monella, her piloted by Mister Chicken--they share food communion and wacky symposium.
MISTER CHICKEN
Why do them hens think I wanna engage in getting laid for an egg?
JERKY
Yup--every pup not want to tame tail. Some are there just cause firm, symmetrical, and motherly milkshakes brought 'em to da yard.
FRANNY
So true guys; next, if you don't give it to a wanting female--she selfishly invokes demonic revenge; as a result--just hold up a magical mirror to them; reptiles hate noticing themselves.
"Multiversal Mutt"
Dramatis Personae
FRANNY: Catholic girl from L.A., tempted by Goth girl wardrobe from the 20th Century; however, remained iconically cool, shopping at Walmart before her evolution into the Junkyard Bone, a Moon-forged cargo ship armed with a dairy bar.
JERKY: A complicated configuration of every canine, birthed in the Otherworld, yet constantly fluxing within the Creamy Milky Way. Too, like all canines, telepathic; plus, has an intrinsic love for all friendly, honest creatures.
Leaving the Moon's potential for mining, without pissing off the inhabitants and spiritual forces of geology, Franny pilots the Junkyard Bone through the rings of Saturn.
FRANNY
I really dig chocolate and Kristy Swanson as BUFFY, but the strawberries and cream shake is as yummy as the mocha.
JERKY
Got milk--nope!?! Maybe a milk-bone . . .
FRANNY
Thank the stars President Obama nuked the Moon in the early 21st Century--that old piece of rock has potential to feed the Earth.
JERKY
Read my mind--c'mon, c'mon, try Franny. Sing or say what I'm thinking.
FRANNY
Crap. Ok--chicken pecking is first in line--lead with your head and recline. Too, you really enjoyed television during the Carter Administration. And no--he didn't have a peanut picture stamped on the hood of his automobile.
JERKY
Now, now too. What am I thinking girl?
FRANNY
God spank the Queen! Really loudly.
JERKY
Reagan built the MX monster, as big as King Kong. Freaked the hell outta the Soviet Union.
FRANNY
British, not all, are infected by the snobbery of reptilians God Bless 'em. Christ was too deliciously kind to kill snakes. Just yet anyway . . .
JERKY
You're getting good at this.
FRANNY
And all I know is that my mutt is really freaking weird. Oh shit, the rings of Saturn look like little stones.
JERKY
Bones!?! You said it out loud--I didn't really hear you.
"Gospel of Coyote"
1.) Reminded of the Holy Spirit's Crystal Eternal, Buzz wormholed homewards.
2.) Amidst the highly-moist weeping of Mary of Nazareth, crying remembrance of Her tears captured by Italian mystics during the spiritual forge of the Renaissance.
3.) I glared upon the effulgent Virgin, knowing and a bit aware of Her knowledge concerning Jesus' tortured futurity.
4.) Humbled by a beastly, vermin-like introduction to such chaste and charitable glamour, I dropped my large, pointy ears, retaining aspects of humanity, and I made an eager oath to Coyote Cool that I would be a servant and companion to young Jesus.
5.) Mary turned to me with an eternal eye, loving yet worried about my lack of adherence to legal dogma; still, Her entrails, which birthed a Messiah, allowed Her tolerance of my bizarre, time-traveling and animal MORPH. She wanted to offer toothy smile, and I forced upon Jesus' infant face a bad boy grin by way of sweetly licking the incarnate flesh that 21st Century Disciples would feed me on Holy Occasion.
6.) Next, I kissed His feet with wet nose till tingling His toes; then, I offered a mild "Yip" at Israeli Moon, doing a mercurial spin to make sure my fluffy tail was still there, before giving it a mortified nibble in order to produce a vocal cry of weird, coyote elation.
7.) Mary laughed holy bubbles--so floataciously fun, knowing I would be better entertainment than SpongeBob on Blu-ray. Yup--a singular coyote, once tamed. Once. For legalism birthed into suffering, which is the flesh of mankind.
"The American Banana-Man"
Holy Christ--I don't follow Thee
Outta naivety;
Moreover, did You hurt those boys as a child Yourself uncanonized?
Regardless, You are the Son of God materialized!!!
Codex Sinaiticus indicates (either way) Divinity--
As scribbled super-symmetrical scribes armed with benevolent OCD;
Still, strict/conservative souls are phobic concerning the American Banana-Man,
Blinding their wives as best they can,
Terrified folk will mutate into whores
If we allow Liberty, which might offer the view of glimmering galores;
Thus, they cruelly cage and steal our eyes;
Indeed, we are not allowed Liberty to realize.
Verily, all wives may not prefer the greater glam,
And smoke might not always damn;
Alas, for some--yes,
But they were already a mess,
So instead of peeling away the bacteria-ridden skin--
You guys and gals push your clothed poison in.
So who might be the American Banana-Man?
Not every fool eats every hamburger that they can.
"Four-Leaf Clover Mystery"
Patrick, once a suffering slave;
Next, a Holy Saint made,
Holding up the sublime shamrock to explain the Trinity,
Yet the fourth leaf offers a lucky charm or that the Co-Redemptrix can offer free;
Indeed, forged in the cellular womb of the Virgin,
Feeding humanity's life-force to God's Seed from Her sacred urging--
There is no denying God's Loving Heart--
He that sometimes bleeds us in order for eternal life to start.
And as the Disciples did ask the Christ:
"Rabbi, is this man blind because of his sins or that of his folk?"
To which Christ did reply with Holy Smoke:
"Neither, yet so that you may know--I AM LORD."
Alas, at THAT TIME--Returns the King with healing sword.
"WARNING: Bloody Bowels = No Friends"
Ulcerative Colitis taunts with a singular sanguinary squirt--
Believe me brother--it thunderously does hurt;
Moreover, amplify that chronically--like numerous times;
Plus, combine OCD with Tics; next, you spawn compulsive rhymes
About being an unappreciated, grotesque warrior,
Being more cursed than damns you does your ex-wife's unscrupulous lawyer;
Alas, agonizing grief is sincerely observed
When your physiology drips fecal gore, evolving you even more perturbed--
And the cancer risks after nearly two decades rise everyday,
Or a crappy pouch fixed to your gutted side, pushing friends even farther away--
So, what to a girl is wise to say?
"Could you fancy a guy who wears crimson diapers almost everyday?"
Yup, I kissed a girl, and she didn't like it;
Also, a clinical psychologist says I'm a fantastic freak, and there's no denying it,
But who am I to complain?
When of Christ's Lamb-like blood did I selfishly drain;
Specifically, the blood is the life!!!
Thus, I imbibe the ichor of the ultimate demigod sooooo nice.
"Spike and the Coyotes"
Contemplating solitude under a fedora's shade,
Snoopy's brother, Spike, humbly felt like he had it made,
Watching the Phoenix Coyotes on the cooling ice,
Where Westwards wending offered mercy and solace so nice;
Alas, he thirsted for his family far off and away,
Yet cleaning for the Coyote Family blessed his every day,
For they're axiomatic survivors--through and through,
Unlike Governor Perry--him shooting a hex upon his jogging shoe.
