Don't need to say,
Channel 9-
Channel 9-

Or slither through
Some old curious
Bound volumes
Of broadcast time...

An abandoned,
Decaying,
Local TV station-

Inside,
The sets covered in cobwebs and dust:

With the long dead,
Local TV personalities-

Off and separated far away,
Crumbling in their graves:

And the old TV cameras
That once displayed them,
Are standing still-

Covered in various molds,
And eaten up with rust...

But who knows?

Maybe there's ***** voices
In the place late at night-

With floating,
Flickering images
Of long ago local happenings:

And the news...!

And even the now spectral,
But still incessant giggling
Of the long dead
Local little weather girl too?

But even as we leave it to fade out
To the late acid rock strains
Of E. L. O.'s now considered ancient-

"Bluebird is Dead"

Just keep it in mind-

Don't need to say,
Channel 9-
Channel 9-

No, for I've always heard
It's better if you say it three times!

Channel 9?

Her mental contents,
And delivery-

She's usually
As nice as she can be-

And her beauty
Makes me think of
All these various activities...

She's spy prototype robot girl, number 5.

She's got lasers in her eyes.

She's very specialized.

Don't know
How many more
They'll make of her-

But upon all missions
She's assigned
To come along with me on-

She's always quite a surprise:

She's the latest in advanced-
Espionage technology,
In this year of 2175.

She's spy prototype robot girl, number 5.

And she's much improved
Over numbers 1, 2, 3, and 4-

It's almost as if she's actually alive-

She has a learning program,
As well as a total range of
Downloaded emotions-

Even going as far as telling you-
She'll **** you, if you ever make her cry:

Giving you fair warning,
I suppose-

That she is after all:

Spy prototype robot girl, number 5.

If I have been idle-

Yet afterwards wrote-

Picturing things in my mind-

Words that form lines-

That I want to hear sing-

And that maybe even floats...

A song,
A poem-
Whatever you want to call it:

Kick in-
Kick out-
If you ever saw it: or not-

A lyric?

Yes, a lyric, I would suppose-

Or at least- a bit of,
Or kind of verse that may bring...dreams.

Abysmal personality-

Phantasms floating,
Not walking-
Their feet always
A few inches
From the floor:

Nightmares- noon-

And the circumstance
Is the same
With the moon-

A whirlpool
Of lonely,
Haunted-
Solitude...

Reflected,
I've often heard said-

Deep within my eyes of blue:

Watching you.

Scribbles-
These words,
These words,
These lines-
They're my scribbles:
But as far as scribbles-
These scribbles-
It just goes to show,
Not all the mad are inside: You know?

So you slide,
I slide,
We slide...

Oh, troubled soul!

And yet how I know,
I cannot disappoint those- Yes? / No?

No! No! No!
For I must remember
Like in Bedlam of old,
How they, the mad-
Were forced to wear ghost clothes...

And so like a carnival ride:

The whole world,
It slowly begins to slide...

It slides! It slides! It slides!

Proving as I've already said,
Not all the mad are only inside:

And that's not even counting
The ones that are dead...

Oh, no, no, no, no:

But-
These lines,
These lines,
These words-
Are scribbles:

My scribbles-

These scribbles-

My scribbles-

These scribbles-

Scribbles.

Scribbles.

Scribbles.

Subsequently the alchemist:

1963-

And a time traveler
Can take a walk
Back into the past...

Dallas- Dallas-

Time slowed down,
But at the same moment-

It was moving way too fast:

In music alone-

The Beatles
Hadn't arrived yet:

And Elvis
Was no longer
Such a sure bet.

But everybody loved
Watching TV-

It was America- 1963.

And well,
To me,
In looking back
Into the history-

It wasn't that
There was all that much
About Kennedy:

But it seemed somebody
Was really playing hardball-

An early version
I would suppose,
Of "Shock and Awe."

And there was just something
About Lee Harvey Oswald:

That just didn't feel right-

And the feeling
Continues on into the now:

Historically-

If not some conspiracy...

Just like a merry-go-round.

But it was America- 1963.

Yes, it was... America.

America-

America-

America- 1963.

The United States against Richard Nixon-
Richard Nixon against the United States:

Case No. 73-1766:

Case No. 73-1834:

The entire history-

Still like a rather strange
Magical mystery tour...

American politics-

The twentieth century-

What materialized-

The facts and fictions-

Presidential communications,
And corn flakes:

The generalized-

As to what Watergate did-

Which was at least,
To some degree-

What opened up
A lot of American eyes...

Though it's true,
That Presidents before
And after-

Were involved in,
And will be involved in-

Even bigger crimes,
And larger lies.