The Ballad of the Man in the White Castle

The man in the high chair
is a critter sitter of the first order
granitic tics brush mercury hair
he folds his paper over & over

He reads with pleasure that the young
can trace their liminal state
to those distant peasant barbecues
that did not spare the great--

With unity & impunity sundered at the root
& goofs spared neither rod nor boot
the bearshit continues, deep & crisp & even
though the Lemon Hart contains no lemon

& of the Great & Good
there once was a Great Many
their shuttered doors & buckled floors
their moral miscellany--

CAN I HAZ A WITNESS TUESDAY
sd Miranda the original decider--
The Man in the White Castle
peels back paper from his slider

Corrugated as the fries he stuffs
as with deranged analgesia he puffs
a Zeppelinish tabloid in his fist
& on the board there is a list

The bus flew over the river
The bus flew over the river
Corduroy over the river
Corduroy over the river

For zombies swing a Pulaski axe
it's the standard global chopper
& if you have to ask how much
you ain't our kind of shopper

Rattle of Dew in a Coke cup
ice chew till you throw up
when you gonna grow up
stop pretending that you know us

Ride the bus discussion
FOR A HAMBURGER TODAY
phone it in from Vernon
double rainbow off Foul Bay

With nothing but an inset map
a phone voice and a head shot
slowly he peels back the wrap
slowly he peels back the wrap