Beefheart Poem #2

“Give up cannibal meat dream

learn to breathe, sip wine…”

don’t loose poem in computer like

I just did…yeah, ya can get it down fast

but ya can loose it easy…wanted to

shoot my apple with a shotgun, instead

another shot of gin…I hate loosing one,

can’t re-create, never the same moment…

it’s no-brainer quantum physics…

so, now this clone will go on, for a while,

like a clown without a punch line…

(cornball highballing it through low-tech space

of taco stands, soccer moms,

Flockhearts in Wonderland,

whatever cliché he runs into or over is collateral

damage of the Truth:  the junk yard dog, the man

behind the wall, the flower, the disaster, the cloud,

the blood, the mirror you ignored yesterday.)