breaking marijuana into an aluminum
coca-cola can feels much better with
Cherubini in the background
today is Helter Skelter day
somewhere south it is gloomy
right here it is mediocre
fat girls getting out of their
first day of school
people walking their domesticated
animals on the cracked
pavement behind my
apartment
complex
men in the background
from centuries past
playing ballads of
beauty and sex
all lost to us now
and the men walking their
fury dogs
and the fat girls on their
bikes
they get get to the bottom
then stop
turn
then they go for a ride
till they get to the bottom…
just like Mozart
but we don’t speak that language anymore
man
and we don’t hear those stories anymmore
man
Helter Skelter
Helter Skelter Day: A day invented by me, just now, dedicated to the remembrance of the human condition. And how one day a man is a beggar, and the next day he is a virtuoso. At least, in his own mind.
Or in reality.
I hope that to be me, some day.
Does this prose come with a score? I think it needs to have a corresponding musical composition. Any takers?