Fish in a fish tank
Fish on a plate
Fish in the bathtub
Swimming all around me
Fish in the bathtub
Swimming all around me
Playing by the crooked rules
No wires, no hooks,
And no digging straps
Documentary film making at it’s best
Sitting back
Riding the road
Taking the turns
Swinging from the trees
Not beating the shit out of things
Junk yard wrecking crew
Pull gently and push rigorously
The dogs are afraid of me
Until they get used to my scent
Everything feels so expensive
In chilly evenings
Things get colder
And more beautiful
Connect the spots on the sidewalk
Follow the pathetic that
Reveals itself to you
And
Always remember
The scariest ones are the scarredest
Sometimes the best
Conversations at parties
Are with the lampshade.
And the cat
(This poem was recited for the first time on Saturday, March 21, 2015 at JR’s Lightbulb in Fayetteville, AR)
Schwervon! 