jot it down, please
take the cadillac for a spin and
crawl on the floor take the key and
turn it
ignite the polyglot babies living in the shafts
of the detroit tunnels
they scream and wail they
barter and trade they
wait for the bolsheviks climbing over the upholstery
with their tribal spears and nose rings they
reek of smoke and pork
and cafeteria sporks they
know how to read the signals
the indentations in your palm
they know (softly, with sweat)
did you get all that down? i said get all that down? i said get all that down? i said
no more water i'll tell
of korean jungle exploits
interrogate the infants
pacify their teeth and free will (there's a justice for you to follow on the TV, something to shout for on the picket line, gather the markers and stones) - pacify
their alcohol levels - pacify
their strength, can't turn the wheel can't
steer (tell your girlfriend to shut up)
the cadillac
can no longer steer it
it goes
into
the river
so there - know now that the ocean
isn't as much a jukebox as you think of it know
a 45 spins faster than a bullet just
know that water
divides and
the fish are happy swimming
without you
with out you
