Hierophany

Wake up motherfuckers
it's a little loud here.

And let that be
a lesson to ya:
don't drink no coffee
if ya wanna sleep by nine.

Yeah, it's just no good
to talk inside
on your cellphone anymore.

Ya gotta talk outside
and drive an F-150.
And squeel your tires, too, dammit.

Cause there's nothing
quite like Texas on a Saturday night.

***

I've accidentally raked
a zit on my cheek
and there's blood on my hands.

Il bastardo, il bastardo
sangiovese di toscana.

Wake my friend, wake.

This is middle America,
anywhere is middle America.

And if we've
still got power
we'll do power hour
whether that be Il Bastardo
or Miller Lite
America, America
Il Bastardo, Il Bastardo
son of England,
mother of Earth
the two of whom
never made it to chapel.

Wake my friend, wake,

***

Pay those income taxes
or not
whether it be legal
or not
read the New York Times
or the Wall Street Journal
watch C-SPAN
or Bill O'Reilly.
Pack up and move
get a U-Haul
AC or no AC
you're gonna do it
either way
because you are America, America
Il Bastardo, Il Bastardo.

Take another sip, you won't feel it
feel it in the morning
you won't comb the farmer's market
you won't run along the river
you won't feed the corner bake-ry

You'll just snooze
and snooze
and snooze
watch a little baseball
diddle yourself
and nap.
You'll just put another
on the books.

my how time is
flying by
my how time is
flying by

Another Ziegen Bock,
mon frer,
another Ziegen Bock,
and you know you
can only
get it here in Texas.
All others be damned.
George has
had his Ziegen Bock
At least he's
had his chance
ah, simple yet
refreshing head
for the Hill Country.

Do another crossword, John,
do another Ray
up John
down Ray
how about seven across?

***

It's gotta come
it's gotta
come
it's gotta
roll
it's gotta
grip you
out of your sleep
it's just gotta come
until then
we've waited

This entry posted by J Rand : 13:11