Larry said he could leave his body and return,
as easily as leaves trapped in a furnace burn.
Materialist researchers, sneered at his claim
they were as biased as Ku Klux Klan leaders
employed as judges in Harlem.
While the doubters gloated,
Larry’s etheric body floated.
The live telecast cut to a commercial,
for the latest waste of special effects,
Zombie Androids versus Dracula.
Larry’s physical self
was confined to a strait jacket.
A battalion of cameras guarded the target,
nineteen storeys above.
Teams of detectives, magicians
and celebrity cynics,
searched for deception.
Larry spoke up.
“I saw a waxwork likeness of Salvador Dali,
with a turtle/baboon version of a Centaur,
tattooed on his shaved head.
Miniaturised goblins hung
from his handlebar moustache.
He was driving a camel powered pumpkin carriage,
while reading the Braille edition
of the Portable Atheist.
“Pure guesswork” Larry’s critics scoffed.