By Torpedo or Crohn's

sleeping late i hear the sad horns
of labor truck sigh
my neighbor walks by
high heels click dry
like half a proud horse downbrook
i hear somebody's babbling i mistook 
for a cavalry whispering victory
to the sparks in their kindling 
but but all their green wood's wet and unmet
as of yet by the gases of flame 
pressing again the pending physics 
of my passed down last name 
living in the tear between two spaces condemned 
in one of the many places
you're not i am 
hiding from my friends in the bathroom at thrift town 
to write this tune down.

(just doesn't stop)

today after lunch i got sick and blew chunks 
all over my new shoes in the lot behind whole foods 
this is a new kind of blues and what about losing
limb or loved one in a duel dissatisfies you or seems just 
as a kid i did not shit my pants much,
why start now with this stuff 
and man i do not bluff 
second caller gets bit by a dog or jeff dahmer 
kisses or stitches no mitt for these pitches 
lone pone one master of the cheap pun, 
if i'm not raw i'm just a bit underdone 
but i'd be okay cool as a rail 
if they'd just let us have health food in hell 

good heavens background radiation 
and the black arts of waiting
not the same since i 
switched my hair part and started shaving 
got hexed my hidden hair gone corners 
oh i'll never be a joiner
life long local foreigner i 
raw lung homegrown fake in co-ed naked choir 
second tenor highest riser blessed clever compromiser 
i'll be proudly mouthing watermelon every song 
i put the phone to my ear
but all's i hears a dial tone 
will they map my skull and wrap my bones
when my wig is gone hmmm 
i'll go unknown by torpedo or crohns 
only those evil live to see
their own likeness in stone
my brother said that

i can decide
while i'm alive i'll feel alive
and what's next
i guess i'll know when i've gotten there