Twenty Eight

Sleeping late I
 hear the sad horns of labor trucks sigh
 my neighbor walks by 'high'
 heels click dry
 like half a proud horse
 down brook
 I hear sombody's babbling
 i mistook
 for a calvalry
 whispering victory
 to the sparks in their kindling
 but, but all their green woods wet
 an unmet
 as of yet
 by the gases of flame
 pressing against the pending physics
 of my passed down last name
 living in the tear between
 two spaces condemed
 In one of the many places
 you're not I am
 Hiding from my friends in the bathroom
 at 'thrift town'
 to wright this toon down
 na-na-na-na-na-na-na
 just (just, just) stop
 Today after lunch
 I got sick and blew chunks
 all over my new shoes
 in a lot behind whole foods
 this is the new kind of blues
 and what about losing
 limb or love one in a duel
 dissatisfies you
 it seems just as a kid
 I did not shit my pants much
 why start now with this stuff
 and man I do not bluff
 second caller gets bit
 by a dog of jeff dahlmer
 kisses or stiches
 no mitt for these pitches
 lone pone one master
 of the cheap pun
 if im not raw
 im just a bit under-done
 but I'd be okay
 cool as rail
 if they just let us have
 health food in hell
 na-na-na-na-na-na-na
 just (just, just) stop
 good heavens
 background radiation
 and the black arts waiting
 not the same since I
 switch my hair part
 and started shaving
 got hexed my hidden hair
 gone corners
 oh ill never be a joiner
 lifelong local foreigner, I
 raw-lung, homegrown take
 in coed nake choir
 second tenor highest riser
 blessed clever compromister
 I'll be proudly mouthing
 'watermelon' everysong
 I put the phone to my ear
 but all I hears a dial tone
 will they map my skull and
 wrap my bones
 when my wig is gone 'hmmm'
 I'll go unknown by torpedo or crohn's
 "only those evil
 live to see their own
 likeness in stone"
 my brother said that
 na-na-na-na-na-na-na
 just (just, just) stop