i'll get a dollar from my
mama's purse / and buy that
skull+crossbones ring / and
you can wear it round your
neck on an old piece of stringif i am listening to asylum-records-era tom waits, having already spent the afternoon listening to both xymox & clan of xymox & reading a dense letter from andrew & dicking around with html (not mine), & if i am still wearing my not-very-sensible shoes from work today (they are silver! & have zippers and buckles), & if i have a head of garlic roasting in the O & smelling up the house, & if i am finally getting my new specs tomorrow :::: then what should i do now?
i guess i should clean the bedroom. & maybe wash the dishes too even though that is not my chore.
take the spokes from your
wheelchair / & a magpie's
wings / and tie em to your
shoulders + your feet / i'll
steal a hacksaw from my dad
/ cut the braces off your
legs / and we'll bury them
tonight in the cornfield
tom waits
