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).
I love how you repeated a stanza in a different light, and the image of you blasting off into space is hilarious.
ReplyDeleteI 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
"Who cares?"
ReplyDeletemary 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.
Those two pieces of paper make me laugh a lot.
ReplyDelete"I am not boycotting the mirror
ReplyDeleteI am not writing the same poem again and again"
yes.