The Poem That Can't Be Written

And so it begins little lizard, birthday cake special
Night, and take a box.
So it begins, take a bow, hold your head up,
Scowl now. This is your own guitar.

Stop and see a movie.
Stop and see whether the trust holds up at the end.
I’m leaving. See how I pull the door to.
The door is the floor and it’s rising up,

Below is a dungeon. It’s all you can see in the dark.
There is graffiti on the wall.
The bugle has ceded its call to power.
It’s the time when we are waiting to be told that:

Nothing is getting better.
Having lunch and having a medal of honor.

Let’s put our culture on a cartoon’s.

Have the mouse answer the phone.
Have the receiver click.
Then the real comes to
Its awful end. Thats the point where, as he said, all came in, therefore:
“We should go to the aquarium.”