By Torpedo or Crohn’s

Sleeping late I
hear the sad horns of labor trucks sigh
my neighbor walks by 'high'
heels click dry
like half a proud horse
down brook
I hear sombody's babbling
i mistook
for a calvalry
whispering victory
to the sparks in their kindling
but, but all their green woods wet
an unmet
as of yet
by the gases of flame
pressing against the pending physics
of my passed down last name
living in the tear between
two spaces condemed
In one of the many places
you're not I am
Hiding from my friends in the bathroom
at 'thrift town'
to wright this toon down
na-na-na-na-na-na-na just (just, just) stop
Today after lunch
I got sick and blew chunks
all over my new shoes
in a lot behind whole foods
this is the new kind of blues
and what about losing
limb or love one in a duel
dissatisfies you
it 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 of jeff dahlmer
kisses or stiches
no mitt for these pitches
lone pone one master
of the cheap pun
if im not raw
im just a bit under-done
but I'd be okay
cool as rail
if they just let us have
health food in hell
na-na-na-na-na-na-na just (just, just) stop
good heavens
background radiation
and the black arts waiting
not the same since I
switch my hair part
and started shaving
got hexed my hidden hair
gone corners
oh ill never be a joiner
lifelong local foreigner, I
raw-lung, homegrown take
in coed nake choir
second tenor highest riser
blessed clever compromister
I'll be proudly mouthing
'watermelon' everysong
I put the phone to my ear
but all 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 crohn's
"only those evil
live to see their own
likeness in stone"
my brother said that
na-na-na-na-na-na-na just (just, just) stop