God created the urine spout
Satan turned it into a serpent
a creature that spits poison
God created the urine spout
Satan turned it into a serpent
a creature that spits poison
Johnny was the great Husbandman
June, his earthly garden
sometimes when the good stuff came to town
Johnny would hoot and holler
TOILING AND SPINNING/GOLD AND SILVER IN ABUNDANCE
standing in the shadows while their world is destroyed
poor devils on the evening news
knowing not what direction
they tumble or fall
Adele donated an acorn
(+) wavering and tossed about, weightless on Earth
becomes a lobster fisherman
drowns on the first day out
a poor choice of clothes
a poor choice of shoes
even in death
his brain
was still teeming
alert to everything
other bandmates squeezing
his dong in the casket
was it fair ?
ATTRACTIVE FEMALE IN A BUICK WITH FIVE HORNEY REDNECKS ATTRACTIVE FEMALE IN A BUICK WITH FIVE GAY MEN
Reality: a misquotation from Emily Dickinson:
you could borrow me
return me free of charge
I am a gift (often unopened)
Please do not count my number, just ignore me, I am yesterday before space grown cotton socks, before Mick Jagger, some woman singing about being a “woman”, I find myself, “the gift not opened”, possibly the same thing, perhaps once opened I would generate a large number of gifts, I am easily fascinated, liking both silence and noise, never a dull moment I might smoke and ingest, edibles and the strange world, smell me I remind lovers of a blossoming apple tree, dig up the grave of Robert Frost and send me visual proof, sometimes I exist in a TV Western but that is private, best friends with a benevolent hero, unfolding gay cowboys, untidy women who will put their cooter on display, ultimately unavoidable—Michael the gift, the gift unopened