Guru knew the truth of the matter
Arm was long but leg was longer
Loose and stretched where they would gather
Hand (can) wave while foot money snatcher
Guru knew the truth of the matter
Arm was long but leg was longer
Loose and stretched where they would gather
Hand (can) wave while foot money snatcher
He came for the special big bucket
Of popcorn he’d seen advertised
Each piece dunked in butter
And said fuck it I’ll stay for the movie
A giant insect battering cities
Sunk in his seat his hands covered in gunk
The caterpillar whirling and scattering punks
Who’d tried to brass knuckle and buckle its leg
He smeared a fistful of morsels to his mouth
Police cars and ambulances it was taking out
There was a chance he was reaching the bucket’s bottom
Cramming more in, the caterpillar shattered pillars
Hopped on a tank then backed off to chewed at its top
He maneuvered his tongue over some kernels,
The last of the corn, city an inferno
Chucked the bucket and went for the exit
Feeling he’d missed something in all of that chewing.
The shakes started
And the keening nerves
Flutter-hearted
Nausea and swerves
Up the staircase
Dizziness
Down the staircase
Dread
Nervous Jarvis shook off the goose pimples
Put his hands to his head
It was simple
His explanation
Of the vacation
From his bones
Rattling with the news
In the letter from home
Impervious to calm
Jarvis got on the wild horse
Of the terms of the agreement
Crashing through
A window at dawn
From bereavement.
She worked at being mysterious
Black clothing, dark glasses
Appearing at opportune moments
Disappearing with extra details
One day, she was called out
By a brash lass who pinpointed her phoniness
She bowed her head and this time was seemingly gone for good
Feeling smug, the lady had us round, then promptly vanished as well
She didn’t even have to try, unlike the enigma
Did Dottie die
Or did Dottie disappear
To live a different life
In the clear
On a dead-end drive
A deserted Datsun
It would appear the key
Was still in the ignition
In a drawer Dottie’s
Final testament
And a drawing of
A grinning man
In a vestment
Was Dottie’s daring
Past catching up
Had she dotted
All her i’s
Looking at her dour photograph
You can almost see it in her eyes
Are you having this linguine?
You’ve seen me on film and TV
I’ll have a bite off that fork
This is a gd lot of work
You haven’t met me yet
I’ll have that spaghetti
His laugh, like a hyena’s
Caught the ear, pierced by a diamond
She turned, to look behind
“Well, I mean, ahh…”
“If you’d be so kind…”
And yes, she chewed grass
And he was a scavenger
And the fact that he ate unprotected lion cubs
Somehow bumped him up past her former loves.
The strings quickly plucked
Like geese
The drums beaten around
Like ruffians
The pulse of bass
And the jagged guitars
Dragged out of the seventies
The vocals were less emoted
Than gasped, grunted
And groaned
With lyrics as inscrutable
As their facial contortions
Big in europe
But a vanishing act
In their
Homeland
Each album release
A reason for an overdose
Their interviews highly prized
Among reprobates
The vinyl single features
A man with greying beard
Dark eyes
Sitting on a staircase
We look up to the record player
Which like sinewy smoke
Offers the song
The vinyl single photo shifts
A bit as though
The grey has set in further
Or the eyes have
Caught ours
The song has begun to
Haunt
With its tone and chant
Its roaming cadence
We’ve sunken deep into the
Carpet
And the vinyl vibrates
Floats
And
Drops on our noses
The appearance in
The window
Of the figure
Reminded him
Of the
Anonymous letter
The lift of his
Lip
In a sneer
“Dearest cauliflower
Banana
And tomato
There is only
One
Way
For you to go”
The light went out