Wednesday, July 14, 2004

1220

Mix up the monkey
by feeding him a cake
you diagnosed
under oath.

Now, take the performative
weirdness factor out.
Suddenly, a surreal
freedom from your experience

gives you an accent.
All out war came flying
over the fingerboard
like a heewhack.

Really though
I could be anywhere under
a phone call
to a recording artist.