sleeping late i hear the sad horns   of labor truck sigh   my neighbor walks by   high heels click dry   like half a proud horse downbrook   i hear somebody's babbling i mistook    for a cavalry whispering victory   to the sparks in their kindling    but but all their green wood's wet and unmet   as of yet by the gases of flame    pressing again the pending physics    of my passed down last name    living in the tear between two spaces condemned    in one of the many places   you're not i am    hiding from my friends in the bathroom at thrift town    to write this tune down.      (just doesn't stop)      today after lunch i got sick and blew chunks    all over my new shoes in the lot behind whole foods    this is a new kind of blues and what about losing   limb or loved one in a duel dissatisfies you or seems just    as a kid i did not shit my pants much,   why start now with this stuff    and man i do not bluff    second caller gets bit by a dog or jeff dahmer    kisses or stitches no mitt for these pitches    lone pone one master of the cheap pun,    if i'm not raw i'm just a bit underdone    but i'd be okay cool as a rail    if they'd just let us have health food in hell       good heavens background radiation    and the black arts of waiting   not the same since i    switched my hair part and started shaving    got hexed my hidden hair gone corners    oh i'll never be a joiner   life long local foreigner i    raw lung homegrown fake in co-ed naked choir    second tenor highest riser blessed clever compromiser    i'll be proudly mouthing watermelon every song    i put the phone to my ear   but all's i hears a dial tone    will they map my skull and wrap my bones   when my wig is gone hmmm    i'll go unknown by torpedo or crohns    only those evil live to see   their own likeness in stone   my brother said that      i can decide   while i'm alive i'll feel alive   and what's next   i guess i'll know when i've gotten there