"The mind is exactly this tree that bush
without thought or feeling both disappear"
The pen I picked up
was different from the one
I put down
the crow and his henchmen set up
camp in my yard
get out of your way cries the parrot
bah cries the goat
people lose all interest
and in the dawn I go in my boat
I don't know how to use
that song we sang until
the sound of the dead
women ripping each other off
they're quite comfortable there
I saw your wife go
in the dawn in my boat
the song forgot us kiss
off kiss off cries the parrot
quick read the headlines lining its cage,
to get filled in on the backstory
pull the sheet off its cage
the parrot soliloquizes the explanations
this function is its cage.
your not a character, you are no depth,
Deux Machine all up on that string
drop the chorus in on tethers
the story goes like this, he doesn't get the girl.
Years later the Bruce Willis's roll up,
a parrot and a goat,
the crow and the people
The dawn in my boat, I go.
Who keeps saying that? Is it that parrot?
Catch it mid-day and it looks like a vulture,
hunched over a game of solitare. Smoking.
Turning the screw.