I needed a new job so I got one. If only I were
a master manipulator, I'd have a million catchphrases and a walking stick.
At dawn my friend brought me a magic radio that made all of my worries go away.
I tuned it just right and caught a station out of detroit.
Twin foil balloons float in the backseat of my car, something worse than limbo.
I dribbled a beautiful skull yesterday and jammed my finger -
then I wanted to
visit the scene of the plane crash to look for my mood ring, for the remains of the vestment he
kept folded in his back pocket.