An Impression

Whilst trying to sing an out of tune impression of a fabled summer you read or saw somewhere; a stretch of road steaming beneath the burning sun, surrounded by desert; you see only the way ahead but it is blurred beneath the waves of heat; does it matter?; beside you rests the head of a dear friend sleeping like the gravestone of a cherished family member long past; you know…ya that one; don’t pretend like you don’t know, it isn’t flattering; vroom, swing me around the tree again and tell me there is no hell cause you heard about it from your older brothers friend; reason to me that all bad things don’t exist because it would be uncomfortable for both of us; but you can’t anymore; constant reminders never fail to slap us across the face and flash a finger before you even realize why you are so sad; but it is okay, you got bananas and the tombstone on your shoulder; eat that fruit and suppress your hunger cause dinner ain’t ready yet, wait 30 minutes, maybe an hour, I am not sure; so stuff that face full and read the epitaph of your fabled summer.

Run little rabbit run; there is a hole nearby but you know you won’t fit; speeding bullets and sprinting boats; chucking meal down to bait you back up out of the back of your throat; don’t you know, everyone left an hour ago; if you aren’t moving you are taking up space; move out of line and let the blazers echo songs of potential success; wasted potential is more real than that which is fulfilled; you won’t be alive for long; take yourself to the vet; leather jacket and leather boots; reverberations unrecognizable to the trained ear that earns to rebel against something that it does not know, lucid conviction regarding that which is shrouded.

But you need not fear little rabbit; stretch your neck daily so you can become a giraffe; then reach that high leaf; chew slowly; tastes like shit doesn’t it?; you don’t know?; I guess that makes sense; the grass always tasted better.

Even Behemoth doesn’t want to terrorize this city; overgrown shit; stop whipping it out every single time you see a lovely pair; it is not gonna spew ichor one day you…you…fuck; hold on, radio signal from up high, rooftop winds, murderous crow on a bass and an owl hooting away; peacock hiding behind sensuous feathers with elegance; no sound but the devil and his retinue partying away; it is a carnival of drums and gun smoking gumshoes reveling in the amount of curious ladies out tonight; Oh! Steamboat Willy! Whistle my worries away! Chief, I want a cheeseburger and two pills.

Wake up now there is a stop nearby, it looks shitty, but I really have to piss.