shrapnel for everyone
touch screen voting machines touched me in my shower
and the count was argued in my alley all night long
don't mind me,the boulder said as it rolled over
the reinforcements of love.
al quaida and anne quaida, a right lively couple
just moved into my swimming pool
lucky i had the water taken out of it by the cops
some kind of wolf asked me to teach it to howl
i looked for my prayer book
and the shrapnel came calling down for everyone
it came smiling, it came free
could you, would you
save a seat at the end of all time and space
for me
i don't need or want to be late
but late is how my bones hum lately
i will share my hallucinatory food that does not digest
with you
and together we can
become obnoxious and
usurp all would be thrones
in tandem.
---Scott Wannberg
mustard gas on a kaiser
mustard gas on a kaiser she says
pulling the wagon uphill to hootenanny
just might be the thing
did the world lose its parking space?
can we rerun that part again.
those actors spoke way too fast.
shoulder the broken wheel
slow
all permanence spends too much time denying its transience.
could you fathom a heart
below some wary highway
singing them late night blues
pull my wagon uphill to hootenanny
just might be the thing
did the world lose my phone number
everyone is going to the early matinee
pull my tired wagon baby uphill to hootenanny
just might be the
thing
---Scott Wannberg |
