Yellow wings spreading,
Tumbling through the air
A stack of wooden boxes
Succumb to gravity
Your feet fly up, pants rip
One testicle peeking out
Like a mound of sand
Amidst an ocean of denim
But I saw. I watched
I laughed.
Your foot on the banana peel
You fell and I filmed
I’ll tell you a secret.
I put it there.
Poetry Overdose 