How we watched,
so stoned at college,

The Wizard of Oz
while playing

Pink Floyd's
Dark Side of the Moon,

I think we could
watch Dollhouse

and listen to
Best of Parliament Funkadelic: Give Up the Funk.

Echo is armed
and dressed in black

pleather to the wrists,
and we're hearing,

Shoot them with that bop gun!

And when Echo
is sexed up--

a chance for,
I want the bomb, I want the P-funk. I want to get funked up.

We could get
distracted, start

putting our sparkling
tongues together.

We could follow
one song into the next by

putting our hands
up each other's tee-shirts.

The whole night,
all kinds of that

Psycho-alpha-disco-beta-bio-aqua-do-loop.

A night, great as
when The Wizard of Oz

turns technicolor
and Floyd's "Money" starts

with the ringing of
moving coins, registers

and slot machines, with
Dorothy's dream-world

shining like Glinda,
good witch,

has been going around
kissing everything.