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back to jerry’s pizza
twice he was hunched and starving
with some vermin of bright light
and the bitter cold snapshot entries
as a quadruplet of reminding
to eat with the hold up and follow
the wider than never anticipated
pale blue flux of an alien
dragging itself behind the alley
and dumpster and pizza box
and packet of grated parmesan cheese
that is instant trickery
it must be a disguise
a race that is so similar to its own
texture composition completeness
the pale yellow grittiness
a parmesan-alien marriage
and however unresponsive
was yet more automatic
than the gullibility of the blue alien dust thing
(you can still suppose some are 4 foot, big eyes)
that stands hostage to our own fathoms
and they steal packets
upon shakers upon packets
for many years
a blatant theft of parmesan
by aliens for many years
from hot bags
and counters
and cupboards
and you wonder why the distributors
haven’t called and they have before
and you wonder about Italian cows
and a possible shortage
and you know now the reason for cheap fillers
and the accountant at the cheese house
in constant disarray and latent stress
that certainly assists the alcoholism
the suppliers scratching their noggins at the records
the CEO’s of pizza joints across the world
with that curious occasional mental double take
of parmesan’s scarcity and cost-to-benefit ratio
the customers’ innate a priori response
to ask for parmesan, remind of parmesan
before the lugubrious delivery agent
resumes other routes
o the delicate sting
the ephemeral crunch to brilliant melt
aroma not too much unlike a violin singe
so enchanting to it’s alien counterparts
of equal stature but blue
an alien front that is so goddamn effective
for its plotting of the new alien armadas
frontiers in desperation
they do not travel in groups
they have a clandestine nature
that supports their hoarding demands
ionization re-ionization
of parmesan from this atmosphere
to the homes and labs of aliens
very far away
to conduct the studies (and do they ever)
the big journals and publications
that note the similarities
between the fluffy fragments of this ideal corpse
with the assumption that grated parmesan
is in fact a dead but “installable” alien form
advanced beyond our capacity
for understanding
to propel the alien karma equivalents
into the lifeless parmesan
spawning a new race of parmolien hybrids
the gleam in the alien sight mechanisms
and the exalted wow
of yet another breakthrough
for their culture
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