ThE muSES aRe dRiNkiNG aGaiN
Television is so boring, tonight,
every night, I fall asleep to news
of the world exploding, smiling
while the pundits and politicians
pile their deceptive dances of
self-interest with cream cheese
onto our collective conscious
Stop telling women to smile
Rare recordings of Howling Wolf
Stills of the Holocaust banned?
Anti-corruption review launched
Pedophile killer serves more time
While his mates escape in a sewer
The next bombing only a day away
She says, with saffron smile and roots
Radiating in technocolor for all to see
Monochrome has it's advantages.
Polaroid photographs, from the 60s,
Of buzz cut kids in their Sunday best
Know not of their future anxieties
Or struggles to break free of
What, ever comes, their way?
One thinks he can get away with murder
The bitch, or the young old man,
The bridge is closed for repairs,
The bird, the bush, the sane one?
The cornfields are ripe with fertilizer
Even the Kennedys have their ghosts
By the time morning dew frolics,
My head is filled with frustration,
And a thousand useless facts.
Why does the purple cat smile,
Or the car go uphill backwards
Or the skier fall up the mountain?
I know the petulant answers to these
And thousands of irrelevant uncertainties
All because I drank too much coffee
The muses are drinking again too
And tequila is their choice tonight
Word bitches be floating, high,
Along waves of words working
With silently, paced, precision
As they, the singular, applauds
My head feels like a velvet snowball
Being kicked along the cobblestones
By muddy newsboys in brown leather shoes
Argyles, knickers and rainbow suspenders
Bouncing from tramp to feather-boa tranny,
And down a flight of never-ending stairs.
Too much tequila that I never drank.
A stale TV sitting in the corner.
Too much time on my fingers.
The keys wanting to apologize.
So I slap them senseless again.
The muses have finally passed out.
And it is time for me to begin writing.
A shot for Hunter S., and we're off!...
to explore the other side of the edge,
where the world is just as shitty,
just as psychotically effing pathetic,
forever stuck in it's groundhog news cycles,
but at least I am free to ramble in peace.
(Insert something prophetic here,
And enjamb the living shit out of it).