I Want What You Want

no fudging of results

no madonnas or bob hopes

who've changed the angels in the rectory

to flat chested valkeries,

flying patrick dempsies

pushing puppy dogs and pregnancies.

the re-distributed, spread thin,

shared with all and given to none

take special growing pills

offer gauze pads and glasses of water,

methodist father cop on the flag

make to leave and gather at the icecapades

under the sunday evening disney anesthesia,

naturalized and neutral citizens

of leaking, wealthy architecture.

i whistle like a lunatic,

a dignified, sad parakeet,

a plastic, touring rotary phone,

a rosary instant fish in a cell,

ready and skilled,

a drowsy, dizzy infant reganomic radon mess

of sci-fi sabbaths and recovery,

a dead star, a bowed bird, a retard, a zero?

and in some third earth first

super future time spending cabaret,

a sentence spilling on the pavement,

we know cutting ruins fairness.

cheating is the enemy of learning,

we must remain chaste, champ,

smooth jazz chimps, reach out,

touch faith and above all,

protect the mall.

i am made of bad dreams

that i made but you helped.

now i'm about to lose my mouth

in the third world war.

now where did i leave off?

the microwave freeze pop,

the pigeon-toed parents

of exhausted resource

sucking on tailpipes,

glue huffing back black gasps of singed mustache,

check ups and paycuts,

weight loss workouts,

slimy mutant friendly awesome jesus helpers

who are generous with salvation

must be taken advantage of,

tease them with the dry fuck rollercoaster

of retracted high fives

at their nabisco discos

in the chill out room

at the church lock in

on disarming sleep over creation myth predictable,

needlessly cautionary permission slip,

star search armistics,

cabbage patch lap dance breeding camp

egg hunt race related get away,

the taste test practice shot test

drop challenged games for observation,

pasteurizing pre-assessment of cognizance

classroom's nature manufacture sign-up sour radar-swept,

restricted incubation rec room medicine

and parents only admitted beyond this point

the labotomizing lottery retreat

where kids and ideas can just get together

and hang out and have it be okay

the data is ok

the mid stream straight shot

is all roll and no rock.

we make a better baby easier

without the mother fuckers.

somewhere they will set aside a little fenced area

for all the heteros

and execute the shit out of us.

they long to raise up little

diane arbus-molly ringwald-donna reeds

on pharmaceutically orange marmelaid flavored formala

the orums in the orbiter with space plant police

(they keep the house so neat).

delete our video strip search swear word discourse

to snip the stem to staff infection,

listen to them play the keep away

behind my wall of secret knocks

zoloft adopted drammamine,

sea legs in the twilight

cliver olive oil feverish uneasy/even,

dizzy learning still to shake in one direction at a time.

now i want what you want

and god wants the team to win.

bless us with big stars and gold ribbons,

allow us to perform routine procedures

with comfortable and realistic smiles on our faces.

lord, make us effective in celebrating financial contentment,

space travel, lawn care, juice bars, and asbestos.