Unmellow Yellow
Han Solo had a 10 Parsec
long dong
vertically hairy
and Black Vest-idly
strong
He named it Chewbacca
but the Chewbacca you remember
from childhood is a figment
of Han Solo’s overly exaggerated mind
so, as a separate entity, the thick Wookie
that sat beside him co-piloting
the Millenium Falcon
doesn’t actually exist
(not in the way in which we perceive it)
Chewbacca is in reality a simple manifestation
of Han Solo’s grand thoughts about his own penis
a grand thought
so strong that it became
a shared vision
we all went along with it
It’s like Jimmy Stewart in Harvey
only Jimmy saw the rabbit
it’s like that, except on a much larger scale
because Han Solo wasn’t alone
we all saw Chewbacca!
even though he wasn’t there
or, in a sense, he was there
but not in the way our culturally connected minds perceived him to be there
he was there, in the literal sense, tucked inside
Han Solo’s pants
even though we perceived Chewie, as Han Solo did
as an eight foot tall best pal who’s posture slightly
stiffened every time Princess Lea entered and room
and haimishly gargled at all of Han’s jokes
we all saw it, ergo:
we’re all
in every sense
and in all actuality
totally nuts
and speaking of nuts
what kind of man nicknames his dick
Chewie?
The Unmellow Universe
is not only a coward
and hesitantly expanding
it’s judging us, about shit like this
unjustly
and thinking things like
if it had it to do all over again
it would’ve liked to have gotten a degree in Psychology
or something like that
instead of becoming what it is
an enormously nervous Tea Cup
that contains Everything
including Cocky Bastards
with Talking Teddy Bear dick
fantasies
so powerful
that everyone he comes
into celluloid contact with
as if dazzled by the variant amount
of loneliness and special effects
wind up believing
in the fantasy
too
