Clouds are fat laughing buddhas rolling in blue
and the world is a glum grey movie except
singing �doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo.�

Home improvement palaces twenty work days new
but soft-skinned romantics perched on bridges have leapt;
clouds are fat laughing buddhas rolling in blue.

Pursed-lip fundamental Christian math teacher shrew,
girls sporting pink plastic barrettes so adept
singing �doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo�

remain in faded small town ambition to rue
bourgeois values of property but windswept
clouds are fat laughing Buddhas rolling in blue.

The car floats on the breeze down Main, waking a few
with melodies to invade corners where we slept
singing �doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo.�

Now here � in the town full of dreams that once flew
where revelations lost in the shop sign blur wept,
clouds are fat laughing buddhas rolling in blue
singing �doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo.�

2005

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