23 Oct 2007, 7:29pm
Writing
by David

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For polished chrome bats and sultry Canada

1
The chemicals on TV are as good
As the sauce
The phosphorescence and the little pills
They advertise
With the war commercials and blue jeans

Rules speaking to other rules
Speaking to codes
I can somewhat relate

I see smoke and cinder
I see Barney Rubble

The virtues are all twisted
I think I have suffered inside

Despite the barca-lounger
And the open can of diet coke
My brain is hurt
I need a new prescription

When I hear about the orange
And blue pills
My toe starts to shake
And I move my lamp

The termites jump in the foundation

I see a man on TV eat a scorpion

2
I see you clad in a red dress
And I think that the fake trees of
Bermuda are flowering
Maybe they are

Maybe so, maybe kings are sometimes
Knighted in the churchyard

Maybe that’s the way

A bunch of your friends
You go out in your black gown
And the minister sings

Out with your back pain

But for me, no, not really
I need more armor
Need to be more armed

I think of your protection
And it’s something I need

Like a word
Like a splash or baptism or branch or OK

*

The postcards are on the edge
Of the freeway

I know what this means
I have to pick them up

In my previous dream they were
Pills or prostitutes
But I get hung up on beginnings equally
As endings

I need them

One by one I call them
Juggernaut, I call them head-in-space

(This is what I would say to you
If I had you)

I’m not so sure that I’m convalescing
But maybe

I’ll wear a white robe
I’ll wear a white robe
And try it

3
Therapists are looking in keyholes
Looking for more notes

Looking to put more rain
On the cerebrum
Looking at us more and more

They know that things are always
Wet in the basin
And always too slick/shiny

We have an adult razor
And an immense bar of soap
Grocery list with supplies
And this porno/doggy

They want us to be really really real
Etc

To me this translates as dry oats
As endless heartache
As tooth sickness

They admonish us
To drop out the details
To assassinate

It’s like they were teaching us
The secret ceremony
The private handshake

And I don’t know it
I don’t know if I want to know it

I was out on the ice
I was put there

With my beer cans and my litter
My TV and my radio
My empty refrigerator

I found a broken party telephone

I was so happy to call you