Origin of Cigars
On the morning after the lunar eclipse,
she awoke with a funny feeling,
massaged her belly with hurricane drops,
rubbed barbeque sauce on her eyelids,
donned a necklace of alligator bones
and walked down to the Caribbee
where, asquat in a spice canoe,
she gave birth to a green banana.
"Not mine!" growled her husband,
pitching the new baby overboard
into the path of a barracuda,
who seized it like bait
just as lightning's alchemical zippo
ignited the infant's nib.
Transformed into a pufferfish,
the 'cuda was soon upstaging cookfires
as it smoke-ringed past the strand
in luxurious loopy-doops,
respiring like some kind of don
-- waiting for a cognac rain.
The phantom arrived in a neon speedboat
ferrying a cargo
of coconuts and diamonds.
From the veranda of the malaria hotel
we saw it coming:
a kabuki magazine published by a hurricane.
Its clown-head prow sawed the surf in half
causing Crayola buddhas to run
over the hill with sacks of tadpoles on
A fat old tropical radio
interrupted the news to announce
that it was now king of the waterbugs.
Watching it turn wine into mink milk,
bedsheets into sandwiches of snow,
we imagined it must be a wind-up toy
designed by a mad scientist
to brighten the long frown of time.
in the end
it was the moon.