What’s new with you?
Would you like to see my reel?
I’ve spent so much time waiving
I can’t touch a hand
The fruit of my labor
Isn’t Warhol made
The doors been shut dear
Forever night for five years

I haven’t transcended
And met with unfamiliar scorn
Im not a critter
No page of Kafka has been torn
I bring my audience furniture of leisure
Though I’m caged with key in hand
It is rusted, but at least I am well fed

There’s no fields of juniper
To hold you by the hand
I never got past the hotel party
Can’tcha understand
A rip in my sneakers
A ratchet to the land

Please don’t linger
Just stay a little longer
No reference in the stanza
Just a drowsy man
I won’t feed on you
I’m a vampire in yesterday
I want to speak to you in earnest
But not long enough to know what to say