May 1997

HARE BRAINED TELEPHONE PLUGGED VOLTAGE REGULATOR PLAYING WITH THE FUSSY POOL . . . .

telephone.. three ways to attack.. three ways to distract.. got the countdown from mission control.. launch pad into my convalescent home brain.. not this, baby.. it's like-this, like-that.. like what? shipped two tons of tobacco into 23 years of maggot living.. needle.. thread.. enough to start a breath.. universal language.. stupid-ass speller.. universal greeting.. says no then yes then no then no again.. sea sprayed sensation.. fantasmagoric.. megalomaniac.. she ate flowers.. she doesn't fall in love.. she internalizes.. breathe the rancid polluted air.. quit smoking.. but you still breathe in the smoke.. toothpicks in the water basin.. 6 cylinders.. the dogs bark.. the night is silently waiting.. the engine hums.. gets angry.. the traffic light taunts me.. the wheels scream.. I'm gone.. juice up with Orange Juice.. name me after a foreign dude.. the zebra says 'no thanks, life's good at the zoo..'.. squirrels mount the base of my skull.. to be unearthed for future generations.. nice swing.. keep the hips from swaying.. swaying.. this one has my name on it.. she wrote poetry.. I wrote bullshit.. she watches people and she smiles.. I watch people and I couldn’t care less.. nanny killed the baby.. or so the prosecution rests.. mommy killed the baby which blamed the nanny.. or so the defense says.. not to be shown to the defence.. all on t.v.. all on t.v.. the fence.. where do words originate? are words formed along with the big bang? eat some chocolate.. some ice cream.. drink three beers.. create your own big bang afterwards.. experiment with the odours.. try to create a new bacteria.. who can act like acrobats.. clown around.. try to create a new fool.. a new tool.. to pound the masses into submission.. everybody's smart.. everybody's got a heart.. two heads.. and a brain.. zaphod beeblebrox.. physics.. oh no, not again.. math.. even the dumbest performs it everyday.. telepathic surgeries of the fifth kind.. trade mine for yours? take the money.. pledge allegiance to this thin bearded guy who dances around in the recording booth.. 'you were great!'.. then he flies off.. like a meteor bouncing off our atmosphere.. when he gets paid.. bosses.. bosses.. everyday is filled with dictators.. trying to act like a President of a nation inside their four cornered walled excuse for a domain.. as long as he wears a tie.. nothing can kill him.. nothing can beat him.. the skies grow dark.. the clouds rumble.. there is humidity.. like something sucking the wind that doesn’t howl as much anymore.. everything goes silent.. the rain begins to drip.. drip.. drop.. plik.. plok.. then a cloud bursts.. and yer soaked to the bones.. by the side of the road.. there you are.

je suis la savant du sonique.