Age of Aquarius

This is the age
of aquarius and curly fries
and my mouth is a
harmonica (slash) ocelot
and my drive-thru life
consists of sexless saturdays
and the jelly
of a work week donut

This is my vehicle
of cardboard airplane shapes
of ceiling fan propellors
that can't spin fast enough
to taxi

This is a sci-fi movie
featuring people i know
dressed up as people i dont know
pretending to fall in lust
and dissect one another
(here's an appendix)
((another one))

This is a universe
these are hard boiled eggs
that may have once
housed lives in yellow

These are also stars
(and breakfast)
There is bacon elsewhere
we're toast