Smoke Signals To Jesus

Came, Sprawled couch, His voice getting softer and softer Slim Prayer, Cheap sloping gimmick of N|Nature, Madly Reaching Grabbing last splash of Downed B|Banjo Bourbon… Mysterious radio Volume, To Compromised bouncing, As Middle of the Highway unrolled and Hugged W|While they kissed and fooled Around. Shadows fell across the Side-Walk Shortly thereafter and Picked us Up. Us in the Non-Plural And non-Specific Sense And in other words It wasn’t me And I Didn’t see it Happen, Officer. It was: Sullen Clouds with Guns, Shiv-Packing Ghosts of Spent Bodily Fluids, Thin Noncommittal Air and Water Junkies, Suicidal Reverse Satellites Sodomizing Planet Earth without a Condom And the Occasional Well Dressed middle-aged Detective. “I once... was completely broke” “and all I could dream about Was one last, long and perfect Cigarette” “abandoned on a nice cool bed of grass" "just waiting for me to lay there" "Stare up at the sky, incinerate it" "And send smoke signals on up to Jesus.” Now wherever I go, I toss un-smoked Cancer onto lawns In some feeble attempt T|To Send Help To me From the Future. “As Far as I Can Tell” “So far... It hasn’t Worked” I Once Spat at the Sun and Missed (For whatever Reason and Why) And That night The Moon camed Unhinged with a Childish Squeal. Fell One Mile (or However Far Heaven is Away) And Landed, Splat on my Heart. Its Been Broken Ever Since... But lately I've Decided Not To try and Fix the C+Cracks. They seam to Let the Light In. Yes, Officer, Yes (But Really, I am in tune with the copulating rhythm of the Universe) It Just Doesn't know how to Keep a Beat. (And in Other Words) (Yes, Officer, Yes) I Am Implying that Tonight I Called you He{a}re To Report that the Universe Just Stepped on my Toes. (And I Would Like to File Charges) --- "uh... Sir... I'm here about the car on Fire in your Front lawn..." "Yes... I Know" -thend-