The King's Love Song

a song about david
for the leader of instruments

daisies are a luxury

a free luxury

daisies only grow in the land
of the rich

bummer for the rest

they should have drawn
better cards
or
threw better dice
or
something like that

poor fools
of chance

what luxury do they have

oh well

i've got it all

back when i had wings
flight was made easy
now that i am back
to a caterpillar
i'm pretty much
okay with it

your legs
back and forth
so hot
like twins
each made more beautiful
by its perfect double

i hope this plan
don't fuck up

i hope those pedals
stay under my feet

i hope that boy
can beat the skins

i hope my fingers
get right again

i hope this cash
is enough to carry

i hope american movie
isn't about my shit

foreman grills
are terrible
to clean

practice will be
great

hopefully nobody
wanted me
to be myself
tomorrow

because i die
at 6 am

last night i saw:
the dark knight
titus andronicus

today i saw:
titus andronicus
jay reatard
caribou
f*ck buttons
vampire weekend
the hold steady

guest listed to:
abe vigoda
pit-er-pat
high places

ate dinner with:
vampire weekend

i have some massive nights
whoa ho oh oho

the woodland satellites
are sailing
squealing
dodging trunks

they run up the trees
(launching pads)
only to ball up
with their tails
bushing up
in their faces

spiraling
through the air
squealing

with delight
they squeal

rabbits
squirrels
badgers
skunks
whatever the hell you can think of
in the woods

they fly between the trees
woodland creatures
satellites in the
treetops

woodland satellites

life is like a prison
they birth you
in shackles

life is like
well it's such a prison

fuck

that's all i can say
it just is

not that I want out
just yet

(what a mess that makes)

at least i can deal with the warden
his face is just like mine
he smells the same as me
in his pits

outside
on the outside none of us
rightly remember
but we're sure you either live
in the desert
or the oasis
with B-Bub
or the self-appointed president of everything [god]

no chance to start out wet
working your way up
middle-classing

nope

you just stick with his lowness
or his highness

you burn with B-Bub
or go blind looking at JC

so it's not so bad in here
this life prison

shit

at least i can deal with the warden

now swollen
I wonder
aloud

can I possibly infiltrate
this band of the incestuous
with my own band

?

too obvious what's on my mind
need a fresh
smell
to please those
gods
as critics

what's the purpose
?
anymore

I just dodged a bullet
-shaped
idea
, one stale with
last summer's stink

need a new
smell

and you've got to
help

sore throats
are icing
on the cake
of misery

The Bloomington Mothman

garbled words
in my mouth
mean something

but out here
with you
and my conscience
they're just
garbled

dumb stuff