No! You can't leave. Not yet! ... We've just started. I won't let you! ... [It slips out the fire 'scape.] Though in my eye 'twas all the time, it 'scaped my sight till th'apex of its flight. Where did the warm orange tea go? Ran out the door hours ago; & it didn't even take its aftertaste. Remember the times inside rainy days? When we'd save Toad from dumped paint? You were there--you'd know. I remember all the warm dank caves. You didn't like them, but I did just the same. (& this is 'bout me, anyway --make your own shame.) When they seem lost, I get a glimpse o' their glow; but this time it seems as if they're truly gone. Today I saw burnt-black mushrooms on the lawn. Maybe they'll be fed by rain. But I'm sure it'll leave them just the same: slid out the 'scape in just the same way. That's how they get you, it seems: feed you up on that bitchin' graham cracker cuisine, till it digs a li'l hole where it always lives, & then they try to fill it with that lobster shit. Not me. I don't know where it's been. I'm not ready. I've just started. Please may we have peace? That blasted sweet melody! Do do... do, do-do-do... Fuck, I can't even get it right. It won't last the night, you know. Nothing will. Don't think your childish inanities are too good to go. 'Sides, now we have a heavy beat. Bum, dum dum dum-dum... I can't that right, either. Say, this reminds me o' that time I was ill. Isn't the way we look back @ such seeming tragedies kinda neat? Yeah, me neither. & you know what's sick? I'm sure I'll look back @ this with a slick grin. Well, no, I s'pose I've exaggerated; I'll look back in an autumn o' content. How we cheer @ the leaves regrown, ignoring their predecessors thrown. For though I know I look stupid bending my own stem, Know some o' us aren't smart 'nough to stop. & 'sides, a'least I get to hear those groovy tunes in the interim. Da da da da da-da da...
WHAT I FOUND IN THIS TOWN I’M HEADED FOR A BREAKDOWN NOOOO!
2015 May 8