Please Keep Feet and Parcels
Push into Dark discarded passenger cars or
furious Lines on misprinted Pages
Feel as free to Disappoint me as everyone
Else apparently does
The small-Breasted have been thrown off
the Train, leaving No one
And what's worth the distraction?
A handful for dinner or
Whatever happened to show-me-yours-
Another casualty of Actuality.
Peanuts and stars are falling to the most
Pathetic of laughs
They are picking fights over the final
Circles of pizza
We should be wearing flannel, or kilts
cover me up like Iran-Contra
And who's to blame, if not the
suddenly purring from afar
They finally gave Nobel a prize
But who will give the very big speech?
dynamite, it's shifting moods and rythmns
don't move your lips, you'll
be passed over which would be massive