thanks for the recognition
Cutting through a potato chain-link fence
You think you know about someone just 'cuz you read their diary
Well quite contrary
Laughing Mary
A goddamned statue out of orbit
And a can of orange juice
Drowning the tuna in the ocean
But it's too late to react
B'e'c'a'u's'e'
You forgot to schedule accordingly
You made a deal with yourself so it's time to cash in
So sopping through the trough and cutting up the chicken fat
You've gone too far just because you read the maps
But you were naked to the gills
And already wasting away
Cooking up a chicken fat sardine dinner
Off the VCR
And you can rewind and watch all your favorite moments
But somewhere in an alley lays a dying little kitty cat
You ever heard of an alley?
The bees told me all about the birds
Bright one early summer morning
Unable to contain what it called emotion
Thoroughly confusing and satisfyingly frustrated
I know the reasons why they talk to me
occupying time
always seems like a great idea to me
But before I get ahead of myself I have to find the bottom of my feet. They're usually down there, and this is no exception. Still, help me look. These things don't find themselves, and it's for that very reason that I must do that dance. If werewolves taught me manners, surely you'd think they'd teach me how to make my bed. But no, they were never around in the morning. You know, since some people are raised by wolves. Well, these are werewolves. My momma dug a hole in the snow and when I awoke, Crispy the tall werewolf told me to consider him my best friend or he'd chew my demons away. Well, I don't care much for my demons. They don't invite me out to dinner afterwards, plus they sure as heck don't leave a tip.
Brother, I am alive. Are you?
Right. & What do you do with your free time?
Well, well, well:
http://www.medpagetoday.com/Columns/8138
Looks like my old boy Dracula's in the news again. Is it a complete coincidence that when there's nothing interesting going on in the world, Dracula pops up in our national headlines? Or maybe, and more correctly, D-man lets the world's events grow more and more boring, then he chooses to leap into the spotlight, and dance to our national content. That's what I'd like to believe. Especially since he won't ever return my phone calls.
I just assume he's out baking cookies or doing other things that make my heart sing. But here's betting that Cafe Dracula didn't have no Dracula patties when l'il Drac was a scant four years old!
turnstile/turn style said it's easier to swallow broken glass than to eat for a living
and
you can't go turning diamonds into something valuable in this town
it'll churn out another factory
for the adoring faces
but
you can go around selling you wares to the clouds in the sky
and breathe in the night sky as technicolor cars sweep along a fantasy of something forgotten
what was it
you've forgotten
the fact that all you can see is scratching of a neck
is a shock to the system
an embrace to the distance
dancing taciturn/toss a turn around the many rings
under your eyes
or in a tree trunk
so concerned to concern yourself
while it is most certainly that
to share and share alike
but don't dare
take the edge off
edge off
the quiet kept is to prevent being thought of as dumb
or lack of anything of interest
to appreciate
welcome to the welcome sign
so come in
dust it off but I'm still on a shelf
taking the map's relief and crushing it flat
on a spiral escalator
to no where
mixing signals and metaphors and drinks
at least, that's what I think I'm doing
ok to be done now
If there's strength in numbers
There's weakness in letters
But something always shoots me back out
At square number one
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