monstertarded

a lager for the fool like a lumberjack breakfast

punch a hole in the drywall, drink it from the broke glass

her Candyland melts down to its base elements

and the rain won't stop for nothin', read about it in the paper

talkin' like a cop at the scene of the accident

talkin' like a cop with no respect for the uniform

talkin' like a cop with a Dixie cup megaphone

individual oceans splash down on the windshield

fallin' like the speedometer closer to the red light

droppin' like the receiver of the southbound pay phone

squeaky clean like the shy undergrad lesbian until the door's locked

fallin' like the temperature, save the excess for the squirt gun

every bit as burnt as myself with my own damn cigarette

she is, and i'm trapped in foreign cars

ripped headrests cushion dyed hair and deep thoughts

profound don't usually come 'round till midday to visit

heartbreaker does the Safety Dance in a plain white crew neck shirt

well to the southeast of dead center of the 563 area code

with the acid washed jeans with a hole

in the knee, with a haircut due

sings to me and 'cause it sings to me

and so she's curious what will break the

Camel back smack in the ashtray

curling iron sleeps peaceful in the bathroom sink

and i tell her it doesn't matter if it's the speaker or the spoken

like it had to be a painting with the acrylic color broken

no tellin' while the window's frozen where the countdown sits

no tellin' where tomorrow's comin' from, what its done or who it did today

feelin' like the rapture, blinded from the right hook

feelin' like the no weight astronaut back in the atmosphere

feelin' like the low end economics of the third world

and the rain won't stop for nothin', not the paper or a cup of coffee

Author's Note

i dunno, i wrote this a few years back, it's a fairly typical rainy day at my house. i believe i was listening to a dump truck load of Soul Coughing at the time.