Sunday, March 29, 2009

Again and Again

Broken light equals no problem

Tonight my appearance is a little not nice: I look disgusting

And so if it follows that seeing begets believing

None of this is real anyways

 

I am not not wearing underwear

I am not drinking Mountain Dew with my pumpkin pie

I am not boycotting the mirror

I am not writing the same poem again and again

 

Yesterday my car stereo was ripped off

This doesn’t really upset me, but I wonder where it is

Maybe another car was very sick

Maybe it needed an emergency stereo transplant

And so the car doctor had to break my window with a metal stick

There was probably just no time to ask me

I understand that, that’s easy to understand

 

Here’s something that’s not:

 

Yesterday my car stereo was ripped off

This doesn’t really upset me, but I wonder where it is

Maybe another car was very sick

Maybe it needed an emergency stereo transplant

And so the car doctor had to break my window with a metal stick

There was probably just no time to ask me

I understand that, that’s easy to understand

 

Sometimes I dream about flying into outer space

The whole scene would be a tremendously stupid looking thing

But that’s the way I would want it to look

With hands above head, I might blast off like a rocket ship

Rainbow colored exhaust would commence to shoot out from my sneakers

And with Old Glory rolling down my back, I’d fly all the way to Fairy Land

Leaving Andrew Jambura back on earth

(Poorly choosing to play his new songs about America in America)

What he doesn’t realize is that he’s still in those songs

And that if no one cares, he might care about that

 

Getting older by the minute now

Maybe too old to understand how young I am

Everything is very unclear

All I know for sure is that it starts at the beginning

From there, stereos and outer space define its direction exactly

Who cares? Who cares? Who cares?

I don’t (sometimes). 

4 comments:

  1. I love how you repeated a stanza in a different light, and the image of you blasting off into space is hilarious.

    I can relate to, "Getting older by the minute now. Maybe too old to understand how young I am", It's something I have battled a lot in college

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  2. "Who cares?"

    mary and i have this question hung up in our bedroom, it was cut out from a magazine from 1954.

    underneath it we also have:

    "something to believe in." from 1956.

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  3. Those two pieces of paper make me laugh a lot.

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  4. "I am not boycotting the mirror

    I am not writing the same poem again and again"


    yes.

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