Airplanes Raise the Bar

the porta rican guy went on and on
about growing marijuana in his new apartament.
he had grown it in his old.
somewhere in his mind
there was a special lamp
a closet, mirrors
a fan, and a neon green plant.

he didn't look porta rican
and a lot of ladies
thought his
hefty body was attractive.
he shaves
his head to hide his pattern
baldness.

living is really tough.
there should be a miniature forest
where gary larson characters
play out their eternal
ink existances easily.

comic after comic, just
one frame, turning the
pages, where did gary grow up?
did he ever?

more answers than questions,
the porta rican
immitates the budding plant
as you breath on it, bulking his arms
like a hawk full of wind.

it's like your own pet, he says,
not worried about the extra
six dollars on his heating bill.
but talk to it, you can see
it responding.

they want you to smoke it,
airplanes raised the bar.
gary made a comic
with his pin-head figures
that at one time or another
represents every kind of
person.

they want you to stay still.
you wiggle like a larson character
and it's funny enough
for you to laugh in your head
silently.