i don’t know what
i’m gonna do
when the oil runs
out—
make room
save up
seeds
joke about
the place
like a stick
figure
doodle
about academic
dishonesty
policy
learn to hum
and brandish
weapons
pencils
hammer the metal
sharpener
back on
to my grandfather
who’s dead
that wall over
there
brandish the creaks
in memory
of the floor
of that old
house under
foot
brandish
hiss my last
name in the dark
the word “glass”
turned over
like a stone flat
thrown
at a box
spraypainted
on the wall
in red
for stickball—that one game
at all
i played
for real
in my life
til i was good
and envied
by other kids
their sticks
stones
ways to lose
boo santa claus
throw batteries
at the loud mouth
prima donna
professionals
who played for the
day’s weather
anyway
and the pretty flag
their grandfathers
all saluted too
anyway
where do you come from
where do you come from
who do you think you are
booing me
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
no more mister softee
you are a donkey, mister softee
you are all lyrics forming worms
that never end mister donkey
you are the creamiest, dreamiest
ding-a-ling down the street
you are a softee, mister ding-a-ling
down the street say it in spanish
first rico sauve, señor asshole
do you wanna start a band?
it’s the song of summer, mister soft-serve
picture the amazingness of my
concession i am a milkshake, mister
sundae listen for my store
on wheels my worms of exception
i’m like it’s better than yours
you are a highlight, mister dee-light
but i am the method man
of the creamiest ding-a-ling down
the street come on, mister softee
come on
you are all lyrics forming worms
that never end mister donkey
you are the creamiest, dreamiest
ding-a-ling down the street
you are a softee, mister ding-a-ling
down the street say it in spanish
first rico sauve, señor asshole
do you wanna start a band?
it’s the song of summer, mister soft-serve
picture the amazingness of my
concession i am a milkshake, mister
sundae listen for my store
on wheels my worms of exception
i’m like it’s better than yours
you are a highlight, mister dee-light
but i am the method man
of the creamiest ding-a-ling down
the street come on, mister softee
come on
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