Yeah I don't have to care

       about what goes on at Spider Cove.

     Do I need cobwebs in my bellows?

     Stand a little to the left.

 Ah sweet beauty

       on film 

         please don't make that face

      I don't have enough light

           to weather the firmament 

       of the Good Old US of A Raytheon

     Productions

         Standard 2,4,5 T 

             The Golden Age of Herbicidal

             Death

            Say don't take that attitude with me

                I wasn't in bed with the Viet Cong

        beyond selling Russian vodka to the nymphs

           besides you're the the one that went to Ithaca

             To see that guy that wrote that book

     You know the guy butterflies

      Etc. 

 Semmelweiss cried

   at the cup of tea

          lipstick smeared 

    and chipped.

 

 drifting

     On the frozen 

           shoreline 

    staring

       back 

   into space

         I see the purple flowers

                stacked on pallets

              Ready for delivery

            a fake angel 

                at the ready

          with a copper horn

 I saw the

Red tailed hawkeye of

     A forgotten past 

Devouring the mice of today's

Reality

 Why are you pushing back?

      Cause yer drunk

     Hah! 

 I don't know 

       About any of all that

        Just need a ride to Oklahoma

        How far you going?

 Without the orange

    There'd be no bee

       No tree

      Without the tree

                           There'd be no ground

              Without the ground

          There'd be no planet

       No gas, 

     No sleep

 No bumps

    No bleeps

                           Suckers born a mile a minute

    Aren't you innit?

     Without the planet there'd 

               Be no space

     See the shy sky

    Embarrassed by its naked being

       Without space there'd

 Be no Sun

         Shine on the heads

          Of them little ones

     Without the sun 

     No Universe

     One Word

        One Verse

    Without the verse

     There'd be no chorus

   So see it's

 All the orange

    

 

 He bandied words

     With the oaken profligates 

    Traded blows with cycloptic femurs

      Err lemurs? 

   Matched wits with the torpor bound casualties

   Of near eastern fate 

   It was how do you say 

   A boring day?

 It was

 Like a dream come true

   A scary ass weird 

  Dream

    Where you're all 

wow 

What the fuck is going 

On

 There was no 

Peoria 

  Difficulties

    In the 

Overcoat

     She sat at the back of the room

    Drinking pernod 

    And dreaming up lies

    To tell her relatives

   The bus ride was pleasant though

   Well, except for the shooting

    But let's not talk about that

     

 The fusillage embrace

   Cast a "weary" shadow

   Oh bon temps! 

 

 Some storied apparition plays on these days

Of downwind sleep walking. I've tried to be the

Change and forgive my mind but it's not that easy 

There's always something and somewhere a bottle

Of bourbon to reminisce with about the tattered paperbacks

That fill every crevice like ice climbing in a whatttaycallit couloir

Tbc