which of the following the following will kill us all?
is the anthrax still fashionable?
not to downplay such serious things of course . . .
i know i’m doing my patriotic part. i’m eating plenty of foie gras to help rid the skies of those terrorista geese sent to bring down captain sully and other real-american-heroes.
is the universe essentially digital? more specifically (and probably terrifically more answerable) is one human being’s understanding of ‘the universe’ essentially digital?
. . . talk amongst yourselves?
down beneath broadway and one-seventy-fifth
there exists a man who only knows one riff,
and he go, “whoa oh oh”
“whoa oh oh”
bouncin’ down the a-train to that song from before,
you see, johnny told me bout it, but now i can can be sure
that he go, “whoa oh oh”
and it’s a symphony
that writes itself:
these sweet street symphonies -
here’s to your health.
(with some help from the soulmen)
now i’m sitting on a stool at the lolita bar
and nabokov was my boy but words can take you so far
be it mirth and be it merry: dance through this city that’s yours
scarred hearts and flasks in jacket pockets warm up
to the one-two-three-four:
whoa oh oh
and it’s a symphony
that writes itself. . .
and yeah you never can tell baby
or ever ask why.
sometimes it’s sitting on a beach
reading the bukowski guy;
sometimes it’s rambling on-and-on-and
-on without end ’cause-
it’s all about love and
starting again
