A. The roar of the alien spaceship wakes me from my daydream. Wind blows my hair back as the foreign vessel ascends to the robin’s egg sky. The ship is small and worn. Its inside is full of complex buttons and machinery that no human could understand. The captain of the ship is unknown, but I suspect it is a strange being whose intelligence greatly surpasses my own. The last thing I notice about the alien craft as it floats out of view is the fluffy Hitler mustache.
B. Like an alien hover craft disturbs a country cornfield, my father adds confusion to my day. As he goes about his day I ponder what goes on in his mind. My dad is very intelligent. So much so that I don’t think I could decipher his thoughts if I could read them. The inside of his mind is like that of an alien spaceship. Like this vessel his inner workings are strange and vastly superior to my own. His mind is an alien control room with so many buttons and knobs I wouldn’t know where to look first. One thing I always associate with my father is his well-kept mustache. All my life (and before I was born) my father has had the same mustache, styling it the same way. Like a mini-Hitler, Daddy parades through life; his mustache perched on a face similar to my own. My people see my father as a little man with a Big Business attitude, but his is so much more. With a complexity of an alien vessel and a well kept mustache, my father is a little ball of confusion.
The strong aroma of coffee tickles my nose hair
As my father passes me.
His face is unreadable and fills me with an air
Of Confusion. His mind, an alien control room that only he
Can understand. Like a ship guided by an inhuman creature,
Daddy navigates through his days in a pattern only he can chart.
My father’s only constant feature
Is his bushy, Hitler mustache; a hairy form of art.
As I’ve mentioned, my father has notions
Only he can understand.
If I am Captain Hook his commotions
Make him like the illusive Peter Pan.
As a UFO shapes the life of an unsuspecting farmer,
My dad changes the course of my days.
Sometimes he is quite the charmer
But he is strange in other ways.
Daddy cuts his hair too short
And wears socks with sandals too.
He eats butter pecan by the quart
And buys me ugly shoes.
But in times of need my father’s always came.
He helps me succeed and I love him just the same.