indie life
that
was good for me, was it good for you? highness,
the
morning we share jiggles in, and out.--no calories,
like
sugar free jello. if there's a fIfe in the hole
it
must be hemorrhoids, since my heart bums for the world.
at the
angelica theater we catch a film, "lone star" (ouch),
then
it's off to "match" for a bite
go
home.
even
the homeless
take
messages
from
your neglected wife,
all
emergencies-
like
sudden fenderbenders
of the
runaway
who
calls her lover
"daddy"
it's
not that I need this. ..what? charity work?
so
many mansions in father's house,
yet
we end up
paying
through the nose
for
an extra playroom--
chinese
wallpaper, algerion armoires,
the
whole nine yards--
only
to discover we can't
live
there,
that
within
the
infinite dim-bulb
some
apple-eyed
micro-space
shuts
us out
we
interrupt this program for an important message.
"life
of the kangaroo"
--originally
scheduled for this time slot--
will
not air. instead we bring you the second coming
in
the final days you will say good-bye to my personae.
we
will love like animals.
until
then, "this is just a test.
if
this were a real emergency. .."
damn
it, just follow the instructions.
fill
in the blanks, multiple choice.
whatever works, let's hop to it.
but
doesn't it all come down to true or false?
and
one carries the other in its pouch