MARCH 1997
From 1 Injun To Another (Waiting For Coyote)
Untitled:
The world ends
tonight at
half past ten.
In The Zone Again
In The Zone Again
When will you stop tormenting him
with your dollar bills
and left-handed common sense?
He does not endorse you
as he sits on park benches
all in mohair
breathing whistling pulling at
his accidental beard
chanting down Babylon
waiting for the tearing of lace
and dripping blood from the rafters
He wears no underwear
when he's harmonizing the zeitgeist
he's wording someone's lies
maybe his own maybe yours
he wants to be out of tune
to pummel youyou specifically
He doesn't know you from shimmer
he doesn't care about your formulas
or your methods
or your daily attack on songs and sounds
Bob Dylan is in the zone again!
© The Raven Chronicles 1997