Sunday, August 26, 2012

Timing/ (the applause)

Not now, I'll tell you when.

The militants are balanced with such complacent creatures, the critic wrote, that the race will never get it together



Now you hold your own hand
Now I sing the body electric and panic when it answers, yes, yes
Now you walk through the glass and fill your arms with prophylactics and breakfast cereal
water and a real solid afro pic, a few lottery tickets and party hats, a jar of pickles, a unripe mango, is this a spell, is this right spell, and run your ass home as fast as you can, as fast as you ever can

Now