"Penny Lane" plays at full blast
from a balcony
rain in the city-
japanese with umbrella:
a dangling price tag
a dusty vest, worn
by a construction worker
in a bowler hat
pitch black baby doll
face pressed against the pavement
a green felt jacket
long black dress, coffin-shaped purse:
Gothic Girl Deluxe
Anything to declare?
From the clear blue summers to the snow-coated winters,
From the northwest tip to the southeast bay,
From the train embrace to the moving van,
From your long, black hair to your uneven toes,
From old, bad endings to new, good beginnings,
From the bottom of my little green green heart,
Here’s to you dancing, twirling, hand in air,
You angry, you laughing, you down,
Unique, a pebble of beauty and life
On a beach of boredom and blandness.
You don’t blush for difference
Or shy away from existing
You prevent me from preventing me.
All the world is ours.
JLo, dancing in a crowd of hot chicks,
sings the words "I'm Real"
Fade out. Fade in to moody stuff:
"Truth (by Calvin Klein)"
I switch off the TV
And put the empty grease-stained pizza box
On top of the heap.
I guess I'm living in a dream world.
"No One Yet" has died today
It died, but had no name
It gave no womb its egglike shape
It went before it came.
It might as well have come and gone
Unnoticed and unmourned
But thanks to modern medicine
A grief instead was born.
So let us mourn the notion
The idea, the state of mind
Let's mourn the lost emotion
The nonlife left behind.
Ray spent his professional career
watching a dull TV quiz show called
"What's Inside The Bags?"
He tried to concentrate
But long before September 11th
He'd stopped paying much attention
They found him the next day
His wrists slashed with a boxcutter