White Leather - Live 2018

John Jacob Desert Rat
Naked, grizzled, gut flap, middle-income, broken-knuckled mother
Stealing cars in Arizona
Hog-fat gasoline intestine
Swollen flanks of insurrection
Ready, willing, dripping
Blowing loads like rocket boosters
When stopped he says, that isn't blood, it's mustard mister
Your sister's in the back seat
High-school dress around her neck

White leather
White leather
White leather

In the morning, when I'm mean like broken marbles
Like I've monstered down six six-packs, Seagram's 7, salt-milk smile
You may find me in the shower
Taking chrome off of hot-water faucets
Trying on pajamas
Smearing Vaseline on apples
Later in the afternoon
I'm rolling taxi driver
Taking tolls
Picking up passengers
Lifting all

White leather
White leather
White leather

It's a dream
It's unlike any dream
The coffee tables crawl like spiders
Armchairs rolling like gorillas
Your father's in the backyard staking Kafka
Mother's in the kitchen
Salmon Rushdie tickling with feathers both her thighs
It's a box
It's unlike any box
I worry at it daily
Picking splinters from under fingertips
Bloody splotches
All over

White leather
White leather
White leather



Credits
Writer(s): James O'brien
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