By Torpedo or Crohn's

sleeping late i hear the sad horns

of labor truck sigh

my neighbor walks by

high heels click dry

like half a proud horse downbrook

i hear somebody's babbling i mistook

for a cavalry whispering victory

to the sparks in their kindling

but but all their green wood's wet and unmet

as of yet by the gases of flame

pressing again the pending physics

of my passed down last name

living in the tear between two spaces condemned

in one of the many places

you're not i am

hiding from my friends in the bathroom at thrift town

to write this tune down.

(just doesn't stop)

today after lunch i got sick and blew chunks

all over my new shoes in the lot behind whole foods

this is a new kind of blues and what about losing

limb or loved one in a duel dissatisfies you or seems just

as a kid i did not shit my pants much,

why start now with this stuff

and man i do not bluff

second caller gets bit by a dog or jeff dahmer

kisses or stitches no mitt for these pitches

lone pone one master of the cheap pun,

if i'm not raw i'm just a bit underdone

but i'd be okay cool as a rail

if they'd just let us have health food in hell

good heavens background radiation

and the black arts of waiting

not the same since i

switched my hair part and started shaving

got hexed my hidden hair gone corners

oh i'll never be a joiner

life long local foreigner i

raw lung homegrown fake in co-ed naked choir

second tenor highest riser blessed clever compromiser

i'll be proudly mouthing watermelon every song

i put the phone to my ear

but all's i hears a dial tone

will they map my skull and wrap my bones

when my wig is gone hmmm

i'll go unknown by torpedo or crohns

only those evil live to see

their own likeness in stone

my brother said that

i can decide

while i'm alive i'll feel alive

and what's next

i guess i'll know when i've gotten there