it slipping again
to the fugue in Catatonia.
ringing in the ears.
surprise or safety;
what is to what matters most.
optimistic and vertically striped
white and serene.
playing not too loud
melts through the skull
cools the soul.
stands on end
recovery is slow but the audio is intact
the sink begins to gel
the groove begins to shine.
melt is on.
of a stereophonic kinesphere;
amoebic force field of expanding and contracting dimensions.
gelatin, plasticene and silicone implants.
and squares and wrinkled rigidity dominate the ringing fog
and tingling limbs.
“Something for Nothing”
The American Dream
Streets paved with gold,
Where hard-working men and women
Live comfortable lives as
A just reward for their dedication and toil.
Where talent is rewarded with riches,
And men with new ideas are hailed as heroes.
Where you always eat turkey and apple pie
And you drive your big Chevrolet
Down to the fishing hole
And a ballgame on the radio.
Are you telling me that’s what Americans dream of?
Not on your life
The American Dream always has been
And always will be
Something for nothing.
We play the numbers
We rob banks
We bet large sums on races between beasts
Yeah, something for nothing.
You’re only in it for the money.
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