newscaster singing everyone’s tune
she’s almost famous and, because of that,
she’ll wake up a fool—menopause, you lune
on top of the hill. beat him with a bat,
you might kill him, thinking, if you do
can’t keep up the momentum, not yet,
“Gee,” turn, donkey, to the liberal few
you and your woman never even met!
maximum distance: one radian, here,
Now, cruel, small minded, racists to boot
assembling themselves for another beer
the sound in my head stems from a root
took it out of my brain: made soda pop,
dear John, they’re coming, get in the loop
the fire is alive and it cannot stop
I can’t force this guy to jump through a hoop
she lived over a hundred years; we’ll be living, in a while, much longer than that; fear of missing out is real, so, dear, I hold on to my hat—don’t know when I’m getting out of here, maybe never, but you’re not so bad—living, as you do, to write letters to me. Cures a wee spot of loneliness from my perch in a tree
eating, like a leopard, on my personal treat—stuffing my face full of raw meat: nature is a cruel host, determined, by any means, to move something forward; evolve in a super human direction
You can’t love me in here as much as He’d like, waiting to hear from those that, in their own way, embrace His light; trickle in, friend—this is their dream: to get rich and live, on cloud nine, with his one and only wife, making more children than they can squeeze out
slow train, coming—not always this fast
hobo driver: ranch hand at work, living
the dream: find a girl to outlive your past
but there’s no woman here, just the ending
a man goes back home after relenting
to the booze he drank to get the world high
I’m thinking, now, that it’s good to be king
living in a nutshell—His infinite sky
blue as the ocean without asking for more
just talking, constantly, to my television
curious bopeep will even the score
I don’t get it, but I move with precision
determined not to follow his illegal order: blow up the boat—let loose His thunder; fireworks to scare the dog out of his ears; I’m listening, closely: I spearhead His argument, and I drown out His fears.
But I won’t validate their existence (referring to them by name) as I shuffle off this mortal coil; what is my woman doing? Is she taking her birth control pill? Don’t trust her, Jimmy, because, if you do, you could wind up hitched with a fat woman to screw
break ranks, dear friend, and follow your heart:
my love is looking older, but she’s still young
i aim, necessarily, to do my part:
get somebody pregnant—that bell has rung
i can feel it coming back again—my rise
to power (ruling with an iron fist)
to put others to shame; seeing, surprise
you eat, you sleep, you shit and you’re missed
what have you done with my pie in the sky?
but i live in the outer reaches of space,
tied, of course, to a sun that would die
if it was possible, man, to save face
turning to violence out of boredom
and grace—you can’t be trusted to run
this place: it’s just me, now, chewing gum
thinking that it’s good my woman is done
secured, for the moment, it’s up to me
change the country—it eats me alive,
what would i do if i was separated, gee,
from the hive? take, then, a very deep dive
discover a loser a loser would trust
look friend, be white, be blond, then be what
you are, when, against all odds, you must
pay, like everybody, the people you gut