Math Rock Dementis

On three chairs

She lay on her side

Twelve feet

Away from the floor

Angus Young is 

Not young any more

Don’t turn your back on drummers

They only count to four

What were you laughing at

Five days ago?

I wish we could remember

And laugh more tomorrow

When you moved in

To that sad, old hospital

We couldn’t find the 6^th floor

There was only one story

New numbers every day

Drawers of keys don’t fit the door

Don’t worry, we’ll break in

If someone doesn’t come along

Counting up the times

Rehearsing the names

Remembering the crease of your pants

And noticing the lines in your face

Apeshit

Bird flu Swine flu Monkey pox Cowpox
Parrot fever Guinea worm Chickenpox Crabs
Bed bugs Bat flu Cat flea tapeworm
Eastern equine encephalitis
Cat scratch fever Bovine tuberculosis
Deer-fly fever Mad cow disease Worms
Rat-bite fever Black dog Rabbit fever
Viper's dance Beaver fever Seam squirrels Frogg
Canine influenza Fishtank granuloma
Colorado tick fever Eel thing Moles
Elephantiasis Amoebiasis Salmonella Raccoon roundworm Thrush

 

Tough

The air smells like a sweet watermelon
I know you can't smell it
And probably can't taste it
You can't see it
But that's fine, neither can I

Maybe it's the neighbors
I wish you would growl at them
And their horrible dogs
Instead of snoring
And coughing and gagging

We could walk over that way
Like we used to do
But you just lie there
Waiting for me
To make the big decision

My I is not A

Seeing a photo I recently snapped
Or maybe something I wrote down or made up

Feels foolhardy
Unless I'm going to eat my creation.

I look to check that it's still good

Looking

While trying to imagine the Garrick, the Voltaire,
1969,1916,
Why do my digital desktop research sources
All tell me to try Grey Goose vodka?
01100110 01110101 01100011 01101011 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00001010

Instead of why men are not machines
But still would rather be alone with a phone
Than have new words breathed on them
Or strange birds singing in their ears

I might be thinking about the past
When I delete it later
Or the power goes out

Congratulations

Let your bygones be

By God soda pop inflections 

Of Moth at the podiatrist

Goose bombs and broken tools

Remembering the smell of violating

Snakes in the snakeweed

A rattlesnake master

Lemon flower with pepper 

At sunset beet red rhubarb

Blue bonnet of Spanish bells

I could give my life to a rainbow-like you

Who comes at the end of a storm

And says nothing but colors

Because it's enough really

To blow minds and break toes

And I cannot stress enough

But I will

How fortunate are the watered

And the weed

For the dear

Merry

I'm just a Black-and-White Barbie,

You Know.

A Black-And-White Barbie!

That's the case and what-it-is.

Don't stress, sweetie.

It's gonna all be there in the morning.

You got two dollars so I can catch a train to the airport?

I left my shoes and I can't go to the ball.

Now what am I to do?

I'm a damsel-in-distress.

Can you help your lady-love?

All I need is $3.25 to get the bus.

I know you love me and one day you're gonna show me how much.

Don't stress, honey!

It's only 5 dollars.

You can make Black and White Barbie's dreams come true.

Sweet dreams.

Coming true.

Entertainment Tonightly

Flipper's Dad: 
he got rich from a car-wreck 
Left him half-paralyzed.  
Left.

Can you imagine the embarrassment?  
Strangers in the home 
a pay-per-view of oak-leaf and acorn 
hand-carved wood paneling 
that trust no longer affords to keep dry?  
The marble-top end-tables 
and asbestos-lace gilt 
don't stop it.
That kind of heat warps 
everything under the porticoes.

  
Reaking of cat-chow, 
and not the fancy kind, 
he grinned and leaned in to my shoulder, 
a hot vaporizing mouth pressing my ear. 
"Caesar," he said. 
And I felt the sharpened belly touch my skin.
Chihuahuas.

How do you watch The Beatles for free?  
Just like you were there and invited.  
Mike was definitely 
their favorite Monkee.  
Don't tell the others. 

 
Up on the roof, 
sucking Coca-cola-flavored cigarettes, 
they see it's only a couple commas difference 
if you're Willi-with-a-compass 
or patched-up pyro victim Matthew Star 
waving sweet black voodoo whitewash space magic 
and it's all in the marketing, anyhow.

He had to quit the love machine.