I thought an anthem

No. I don't want to participate.
I'd rather not join hands and swing & sing.
Swaying to a senseless rhythm and smiling
because at this moment I'm too bare to know
what else to do.

No, I don't want this fixed, or that lifted
or shaved or rubbed our and prettified
I pity the poor pedestrians of the
City drenched in mascara and wiping their
asses with yesterdays magazines then
eating it for lunch.

Why should I not have one wrinkle
and who said it was wrong?
I know of no greater infliction?
Do i need less hair here?
and more hair here?
and how do I fix this and who could I call?
Do you know anybody good, with a sound payment plan?

Conveyor me, Factory me, T.V. me, Soap Opera me,
Celeb me, Love me, Love me do me, Eat me, Suck me,
Fuck me, and Fuck you, Rock me, Pop me, Let me
be cribbed me, show your friends me, what you've
grown me, add water me, plenty of sunlight me, not
soo much me, or I'll burn me, right up like
a match doll.

Me.
me me me me
me me me me me
me me me me me me me me...

Ah! how perfect
We're signing millions of contracts
Everyone can make a splash
Everyone can break glass with their highest sung note
Everyone can save us from routine with each individual brilliance
Everyone can lift us from the trenches and
Everyone can wrtie an anthem for each month of each year
Everyone can walk on water backwards while moonwalking
Everyone can love themselves so much because
Everyone is so wonderfully gorgeous spectacularly special wondrous
brilliant brilliant genius individual uniquers with uniqueness
that Everyone already has...
Everyone can and Will be fooled and we're not fools, just
an incurable foolishness was released into water and air
by some drunken intoxicating chemical warfare
initiated by Everyoneistan and all their self inflicting
terrorism bombarding their neighbors & mothers & sons with
"look at me" in a bottle and injections of mojo and
charm disguised or interpreted as something flat-out
plain.

I'm no saint, simply a robber
I steal and mooch from greatness
I'm wrong
and I'm sorry
But I will do it again
And no one says I can't.

It could be worse
We could have a horse belching in our faces our next great plan
Our next move into the next millennium
While wires and electrical currants move our joints
Speak our words make our words shorter and
languages are now hieroglyphics written on the
walls of an unseen vastness somewhere up there
I can grab at it or at least reach and
I feel nothing but it's there and so is my
credit card and my books and my porn yes yes my porn
for christssake it's up there in thirty second clips
and who can resist the lack of attention span/ we all
seem to get along with the sesame streetness of it.
Any wonder why I'll be married once-till death do us part
at least two times.

Any wonder why my head spins in all directions passing busy streets
Why the greatest challenge is keeping my head forward and my
eyes in front of my feet.
Damnit! I'm anxiously awaiting the next change or this
video clip, the next flash of what I should own,
be wearing, the next angel crying over the way I keep
my beard and do nothing about the circles under my eyes
and lines in my forehead.
And never have we not wanted to grow soo much
When WE were the ones who cried for maturity
and killed our childhood shouldertapping cheap beers
at age fourteen! My god we've killed children
and we wonder now why the hell are we aging?

Indecentsies are on every lampost and stuck in mailboxes
received by satellites and varoius antennae
smeared on toilet seats and sink fixtures, door handles
and sprayed all over every cuisine you can possible conceive
and keep chewing at least with your mouth closed because
I'd really rather not see the infestation in between your
teeth or sloppy on your tongue or smell any emissions of
poisonous enzymes disintegrating the foulest substances...
Garbage collectory in the dead of summer in
the morning outside of my housing development is what
I remember most.

And there's the start. There's the gunshot.
Ever since I was once younger I've been a runner
and like a snowball being rolled with each
crash, my foot collects more and more
earth, and now up to my neck I sport
a rocky mud jumpsuit and grass and weeds
grow from the acquired soil in sporadic patches
Heavy are my hands.
They trail and drag behind my legs
They pull and scoop the passing sands
All the while building sand castles scaled down
for the ants and I wish them happy living
and merry eating, good holidays, and better health.

Indecentsies are on stools drowning on every corner
and in between.
I'm there because what the hell else is there to do anyhow?
I look for God.
I look forgotten.
God's no she or he or dog or cat
and I claim no formal introduction.
Have you a good thought?
There it is!
Have you sour thoughts?
There is goes.

A revolving door
Millions of passers with millions more stories
with millions more actions and infinite thoughts
pass one-a blessing
pass the next-to hell we've now found
Picking and picking
gnawing and grinding at an empty mountain
drained of all its silver and gold
Still through the hell is the TNT explosions
and axing of the rock and foundations
until what's left is the crust of the earth
and still farther down you explode.

What do I know?
I'm the fox
I'm the wolf.
The weasel or ferret
Sneering and peering from behind the corner
I devour weakness and fear the hunter-
A graceful chap I wish not to encounter
Loaded and stocked with good intentions
and moral character of the angels
I dig holes and hide in the day
at night I stalk and move through the
shadowy spots and lure my prey to these
dimensions and light a candle in between
two chairs while we discuss this poaching,
this infiltration/ the wolf and pig agree.

I only wish to talk
I only wish for hands
I wish claw and paw alike to merge
And nothing more
See that. See that?
Right. A flash of common hands. Stood behind a great
dark fog. I point to my eyes.
No! Far beyond that!
I chirp with you in the morning.
I trample the earth and stampede the dirt by your shoulder and with you.
I and you hide in the man made rock-structure-cavern and
peer in between the bars where we can see them and
they cannot see us. I and you would rather upset
their Tuesday field trip.
I fly with you south when the shit comes.
I and you rn to the hills when the shit comes.
I bite your ear because we all must play.
I tear in to the captures meal and give you the other side.
Together we build fires and keep them alive for survival.
Paint the walls with clay and sing and tap our feet.
Dance and look for mates and spread our feathers.
Explore surrounding places because there is always more than this.

Have you seen the outcoved shore-a generous helping or miles south?
That's where I go-where I can cry because I've found joy.
Do you know of the alternate route?
That's where there's no traffic because the scenery from the window
is too revealing.
Do you know of the skyways?
I've been planting houses.
Give me a dream you've turned into a toy for show and tell
Pass me an empty shaker of salt
Draw me, me in all honesty
Allow me these seconds because they go where they must
and I know not where to retrieve them.

This is not right
Any of this.
Think it. But please, SOMEONE SPEAK IT
When did I sign the deal?
Was there treaty or appeasement?
Do we blame mothers and fathers?
Well, they tried and had big big balls
and failed
We have balls too
stinking, little balls with big mouths
and a little dream and an even
smaller penis i mean purpose.

Let's collect the guns we do not own
Let's sound the voice we do not have
Let's build the army who's too scared
Let's fight the army who's too large
and frightening and crushes the world
and drives a red corvette and
wears sunglasses in nightclubs
and punches dudes who checks out
his girlfriend with the hand with
all the rings. Who's been taking half
of our money by holding us by the
ankles and shaking the dimes from
our pockets. While our dead designers
stare at us while they spin suspended
in the air eventually crashing on the tiled
floor only to bounce around and
then eventually fall.
Who is our best friend.
Who's the liar we fall for every single time.
Who bends the rules they made because it's
their house and they have all the cool
toys and games, and if you don't like
it then you can go home and use
your silly imagination.
Who swears his dad's an astronaut
and his mother is the Queen of England.
Well she looks more jewish to me
or something else like that.
Who cries when he scrapes his knee
after he stole from the icecream man.
Who knows where you live and drags
you out every day early in
the morning to do something
senseless. Who's cut you out of
the roster once you kick and
scream and say enough is enough
I think we should go our own
ways because you are a parasite
and being friends with you is
like putting cigarettes out
on my arm. I just simply don't
have to do that...

I woke to the sirens blaring and smacking the sundried cement
They reminded me of every word I know
It's too early for such a disturbance
Shut eyes so tight to drown sound and plunge back to dream
Burrow face in pillow and sheets to plunge back to dream
Turn and flip and find the cold cold desert you missed for minutes
Stay put and see what was seen before the sirens rang
Before they sang, But how they did!
Ignore the greatest song and die! and plunge back into the dream.