Monday, March 03, 2003

231

Hey steamboat enviable for its emperor of galvanic pinging --
Hey lifelike woodcut of galvanic pinging --
Hey hand-me-down history robot --
Hey as of is in its as if ha ha baby --
Hey let my neighbor carve up the mercator butterfly --
Hey I vanish too --
Hey I compare the sharecroppers to their alternative universes and neither asks the questions of spending someone expects to bungle loneliness --
Hey this is ketchup --
Hey little pieplate --
Hey ontological reboot --
Hello midnight marigold helipad lowball --
Hi balls --
Hey advantage kerosene boyo mentation flake --

They all want it to say something
the jalopy of our free call before lockdown
hasn't kicked off the cliff --

They want us to look at what we beckon
To come in will actually do when
It gets here, and so we're in the bunker
With our ragged senses of time under
Our feet -- not to say they're the earth -- time's not
Life's fool -- being born however not a dot
And so nowhere near calm or held in place
Except by the theremin-like complace-
Nt drama of what I love and hate I
see the people in the film of Haiti
And keep my job my scissors and my wits
As London in '42 saw the Blitz.
I should have worn a better pair of shoes
When I went out to ventilate these blues.