Dontcha Unlove Me Like You Used to Do
Let me just stew. Let me be gumbo
ya-ya, everybody talking at once.
Enough of this David
Mametesque speechifying one to another splintering everything to bits
of truth.
Enough of things. And lightning. And applied behavioral modification.
Let’s have a party. Let’s roll
a float full of paper mache nonsense down the avenue
and throw My Little Ponies to the crowd. Let’s give up
love in favor of smoking. Let’s give up death and see what that gets us.
Somedays, I’d pay that man to leave me alone.
I’ve had enough of everything else, but still the mouth wants what it wants
opens and cries
C’mon boy. That all ya got?
