Sunday, February 28, 2010

healter skelter



creeping
across a no man’s land
of past transgressions
broken hearts & shattered jaws
towards an ATM
in the hopes of a banking error
in my favour
so I can maybe buy
some knowledge
or another vowel
vitamin fortified water
fresh air
an autographed photo
of Al Gore
or Buddha grinning
as he shakes hands with Rupert Murdoch
the son of man awaits martyrdom
but until then
he’s not even allowed a guitar
in his cell
and I’d tie my belt to the door knob
but they use sliding doors
in this hotel hell
and anyway
I no longer wear the pants
in this family
feud