White sheets
White pillows
White walls to stare at
White clouds loafing
Just like we do on the sheets
Black hair I see
A whole lot of it
It’s bigger than my beard
Brown beard, unshaved, untrimmed
Homeless like
Or in other words, hipster influencer
But this black furry fuzzy fluffy thing
Almost looks at me
I can see some eyes hidden, winking
Like a chinchilla or a scruffy small Manila
Fluffy dark monster type of thing
Spawned for joys and wars to bring
I stop staring at the fur
Trying not to blurr
I Look up to the actual eyes
“You got a problem?”
She asked me
“Absolutely not” I told her.
“Why are you staring then?”
She kept inquiring.
She really wanted to know
“It’s bigger than my beard”
I told her
“And I haven’t shaved in 3 months”
No answer
Just more staring
More frowning
So I kept on going
“The jungle is so big
You can hide the whole Viet Cong in there”
Napalm won’t do this time”
Silence
I try not to giggle
But I do it anyway
I look at the white walls
White clouds loafing on the heated sky
Then I stare back into the jungle
Chinchilla fur blinking
Where the ships are all sinking
And my pistol dives winking
I look into the eyes again
No words given
I smile
“Screw you”
She told me
So I jump back
Into the dense jungle
For a new blues to mumble