Later that day, I knew,
it would be late May.
So I sailed to sea in my breakfast cereal,
floating on an underwater cloud
of orange juice.
The birds I saw walking on the ocean floor
stopped only to bid me good day
and ask precisely what color
my socks had been.
Alarm bells rang frantically
because all was well--
the odds were piling up that
Luxembourg would inherit England,
as it did last week.
I trudged to school skipping backwards,
backwards because I did not know the way.
I went to a school with no teachers,
me as the only student,
and the history of music was taught
at all hours of the night.
That was before, now I go to a normal school
with the rest of the melodramatic cattle.
If only I could be mortal, and
end this silly recycling chant of life when I wake up
in the middle of the morning it was Friday.