Why? Follow

sleeping late I
hear the sad horns of labor truck sigh
my neighbor walks by
high heels click dry
like half a proud horse down brook
i hear some bodies babbling i mistook
for a cavalry
whispering victory to the sparks in their kindling.
but, but all their green wood's wet and unmet
as of yet by the gases of flame
pressing against the pending physics
of my passed down last name.
living in the tier between two spaces condemned
and one of the many places you're not, i am.
hiding from my friends in the bathroom at thrift town
to write this tune down.

today after lunch
i got sick and blew chunks
all over my new shoes in the lot behind whole foods
this is a new kind of blues
and what about losing limb or loved one in a duel
dissatisfies you or seems just
as a kid i did not shit my pants much,
why start now with this stuff
but man i do not bluff.
second caller gets bit by a dog or jeff dahmer
kisses or stitches no mitt for this pitches.
lone pon' one master of the cheap pun,
if i'm not raw, i'm just a bit underdone.
but i'd be okay, cool as a rail,
if they just let us have health food in hell.

good heavens background radiation
and the black arts awaiting not the same since
i switched my hair part and started shaving.
got hexed my hidden hair gone corners
oh i'll never be a joiner life long local foreigner, i.
raw lung homegrown faking co-ed naked choir,
second tenor highest riser blessed clever compromiser.
i'll be proudly mouthing watermelon every song
i put the phone to my ear but all's i hears a dial tone.
will they map my skull and wrap my bones when my wig is gone hmm?
or go unknown by torpedo or crohns.
only those evil live to see their own likeness in stone.
(my brother said that.)

i can't decide: while I'm alive i'll feel alive
and what's next? I guess I'll know when I've
gotten there
while I'm alive I'll feel alive
and what's next? I guess I'll know when I've
gotten there