APOCALYPSE HOOTENANNY FAN DANCERS
sort of a musical,maybe, depends on your mood,and who you're with
fires running up and down the hills
fires, nothing you pay them, ever keeps them still
all that fire inside a man, inside a woman
all that over rated overwrought fire
burn burn burn with a clarity that can only eat at you
the maitre'd never shaves
the head of all headlights, well, know one really knows his name
they are running up and down your fire escape
looking for a menu that can appease them
god takes in a late night striptease gig
he needs to function
much hot coffee is promised
apocalypse hootenanny fan dancers
on top of the cake
they look so thin, they look so tired
it's all in the way you take your bite
fires combing your hair
fires ask if you ever will be home
they shot down the punk for using the word French
he meant to say A Rab
Ahab
some guy with one leg
stomping around the white house
hung up on this
big huge dictator whale
much hot coffee really is promised
did you bring your cup?
they just might love us enough
and lock us up
---Scott
Wannberg
3/16/03
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