there’s a woodpecker on the porch
chippin’ away at suet
a red-capped hammer nailing
himself into oblivion
i’ve been stuck in tubes
radio-fried, day-glo pictured
summarized
i have been observed senseless
if home is where the heart is
then i think i’m gonna need to leave
the flames are lickin’ high
and this kitchen sink ain’t enough to do the job
the lights on the dashboard
have ceased to function properly
i’m steering blind, in a bind, afraid i’ll fly
straight off the edge of obscurity
but it’s alright ma, i’m not bob dylan
nor is he and why should i
sympathize, sythesize,
plagiarize, gouge out my eyes
rationalize, organize, or even criticize
so on with cliche, if it sounds good once
do it again ‘cause this song’s a lie it’s a
compromise ‘cause i can’t think of
nothin’ else to say
let’s just say i am preoccupied
bhagiti 6.1.07 perrysburg, oh