The key grooves in the lock
as if toothless
and the door swings inward
to admit me.
I lift a switch: dawn!
The office is on.
.
The Candidate
“My it’s hot in here!”
says the fat man
interviewing you
across a conference room table
then his face melts away
in clots of hot putty
that spread into a puddle
on the table
that leaks into a pool
on the floor
and a raw cracked
skull clacks
jittery xylophone
tick tock staccato
tapdance clattering
snaredrum battering
raps at you
without a breath
and your eyes jerk away
from the hollow swallowing you
into the holes in the skull
and the windows are filled
with huge red suns
and god it’s hot as hell
.
says the fat man
interviewing you
across a conference room table
then his face melts away
in clots of hot putty
that spread into a puddle
on the table
that leaks into a pool
on the floor
and a raw cracked
skull clacks
jittery xylophone
tick tock staccato
tapdance clattering
snaredrum battering
raps at you
without a breath
and your eyes jerk away
from the hollow swallowing you
into the holes in the skull
and the windows are filled
with huge red suns
and god it’s hot as hell
.
Bang! Bam! Boom!
The stocks flowed easy
Then the stock just froze
Thousands lost their houses
When the market closed
But what about the people
Who dreamed the scheme?
They own a thousand houses
They’ve never seen
Bang! Bam! Boom!
Ain’t it funky now!
Bang! Bam! Boom!
Really gettin’ down!
Bang! Bam! Boom!
You got no house
And you got no rent
So you heap all your hopes
On the government
To guide us and to guard us
And to see us all through
Then you learn the government
Is dead broke too
Bang! Bam! Boom!
Ain’t it funky now!
Bang! Bam! Boom!
Really gettin’ down!
Bang! Bam! Boom!
Our minds are twisted
And the world is torn
Everywhere the planet
Is scarred with war
But that’s about the way
It’s always been
So step through the wreckage
With a knowing grin
Bang! Bam! Boom!
Ain’t it funky now!
Bang! Bam! Boom!
Really gettin’ down!
Bang! Bam! Boom!
.
Then the stock just froze
Thousands lost their houses
When the market closed
But what about the people
Who dreamed the scheme?
They own a thousand houses
They’ve never seen
Bang! Bam! Boom!
Ain’t it funky now!
Bang! Bam! Boom!
Really gettin’ down!
Bang! Bam! Boom!
You got no house
And you got no rent
So you heap all your hopes
On the government
To guide us and to guard us
And to see us all through
Then you learn the government
Is dead broke too
Bang! Bam! Boom!
Ain’t it funky now!
Bang! Bam! Boom!
Really gettin’ down!
Bang! Bam! Boom!
Our minds are twisted
And the world is torn
Everywhere the planet
Is scarred with war
But that’s about the way
It’s always been
So step through the wreckage
With a knowing grin
Bang! Bam! Boom!
Ain’t it funky now!
Bang! Bam! Boom!
Really gettin’ down!
Bang! Bam! Boom!
.
Common Blues
Have you ever heard a murmur
Deep inside your head
That tells you to do something—
And you do something else instead?
When you’re by yourself
Do you feel you’re not alone?
You’re always with some body
Who knows everything you’ve done
Do you need a witness
To prove that you exist?
Is the face you face the world with
Really yours or is it his?
We’re always making choices
And our choosing’s never done
Hell’s a possibility
Anytime for anyone
Are you ever lonesome
When you stare up at the stars—
And wonder in the darkness
How far away you are?
.
Deep inside your head
That tells you to do something—
And you do something else instead?
When you’re by yourself
Do you feel you’re not alone?
You’re always with some body
Who knows everything you’ve done
Do you need a witness
To prove that you exist?
Is the face you face the world with
Really yours or is it his?
We’re always making choices
And our choosing’s never done
Hell’s a possibility
Anytime for anyone
Are you ever lonesome
When you stare up at the stars—
And wonder in the darkness
How far away you are?
.
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