I Don't Like Mondays
and the silicon chip inside my head is set to overload is set to explode
pissed from drinking
thinking about cancer
feeling sorry for it
cancer didn’t ask to be
the villain in this
story
when i get older
losing my hair
many years from now
will you still need me
will you still feed me
when I’m sixty-three
we did not sign
up for this
there never was a contract
a dis agreement
no we don’t choose to be
who we think we are
even when it’s not
true
ebery [sic] time
ebery time
I just want to lay down
and crie (d)
my tochrondia
made me do it
makes me do it
makes me
makes me do it
this
is it
this is it is a bar
neon blue and red
a signal
a sigil
THIS IS IT
it says
Duluth, MN
January something
198something
26 age wasteland
Pabst Blue Ribbon
Dennis Hopper
standing on top of the sedan
howling at the moon
rusted metal shell
a beacon a nest
an old heap of scrap
gorgeous burnt umber
ochre ogre orc roc
do we cause our own demise
were we ever really alive
a live
cancer isn’t a disease
it’s a condition
waiting to be described
defined
defiled
waiting for…
go doe
john doe
johnny get your gun
johnny was a friend of mine
who died
he died
all my friends who died
cancer isn’t a disease
it’s a state of mind
an addiction
a prediction
a foregone collusion
happy birthday motherfucker
boo yah!
how old am I again
how old am I turning
how old am I burning
to every season
burn, burn, burn
a time to be born
a time to die
a time to fill in the blank(s)
is there a reason?
if there’s a reason
it must be cruelty it can
only be cruelty
what reason do we need to die
aye aye aye
and the silicon chip
inside my head is set
to overload
is set to
explode
majestic terrorism
is on the rise
anti dis establishment authoritarianism
is on the rhyzome
is of the rhyme zone
do you think this is a joke
a guy I once knew
no, I met
insulted me with a joke
and then aplogized for it
by saying
ninety percent of all jokes are true
you know what they did in
Transcental Meditation™
they gave them all
the same secret mantra
and said it was theirs
alone
how much of that is true
ninety percent
ninety percent absolution
the only absolute is that
there is no absolute
I know why we’re here
because we want to be
as simple as that
but that does ent
mean
that we invited cancer
to the party
you call this a party
you call this a disco
it ain’t none uh that
tell me why
boom
town
rats
a bat flew in the window
circled the room
before he died
after the messenger bee
we’d rather be
in some dark hollow
where the sun don’t shine
will the circle
be unbroken
by and bye