Grandma Rides Her Broom

Granny hit you with it you fly across the room she was a 5th generation hep cat a finger popping bebopster with double elbows you can have your two bit Buddha garden and your silly Jesus candles Granny created man in a long jungle fart an incomprehensible symphony of base instincts yet a mind of superb functionality that could light up an airport bomb squad duck when her mud flaps make music and her army of vinyl inflatable hump dolls offer you their luge team thrill ride in Grannyland your organs of perception will spank your organs of deception then she can show you the birth of her world never mind the Frankenstein lurching occasionally possessed by paroxysms of logic she told me that self-creation has its dangers that discovering by mocking yourself you are better able to live with yourself there's a big hammer out there sweetheart and it takes many guises she tutored there is no authority other than the boot print on your face that can be said with authority you square your corners or it's pinball 24/7 Granny's wunderkinder actually go to church on the altar they burn condoms and cell phones she reads from the Aegean Thesaurus fishing in the innards of conformity for signs beyond confection to the great innocent core where the chrome 49-51 split sucks in planets some things are indivisible to yes or no for reasons neither I nor my investors can fathom and 10 minutes ago is already the quaint past where nothing goes unobserved mall store changing room cameras everywhere tossing gold down the well for luck then the usual Hell's road show erupts visions of granny’s breasts kept me going kissed brave by her pouting ruby lips an incredible data handling system you are a freak like us she purrs and the clock towers tumble to earth cuz nothing lasts forever Granny's last words were I shall teach you to hex with the great unnumbered incantation curse you love me as I am