Saw a thousand muppets, weeping on the side of the road
Saw the gracious infant light, tumbling over a gold commode
Saw a poet offer love, but love can’t buy her a Snickers bar
Heavy hands on Dharma Beach, how the blotter stretches out the sun…
This eternity is turning me turning me, This eternity is turning me turning me turning…
Saw a bluebird smoking crack, a certain low kind of majesty
Elbow room on a submarine, promotes a jazzy epiphany
I feel like throwing a garden gnome, out a window on Bleecker Street
They say that writing poetry, is a way of getting high for free…
Just a little ridiculous…man…Just a little ridiculous…
The great malaise we know so well
Has trapped us in a glass hotel
The day the manna never fell
Hail to thee American Gods…
Saw a reptile sunset, creep across a dewy lawn
If you befriend the government, when you awaken I might be gone
The doorbell killed the knock-knock joke, Applebees killed the birthday song
We’ve been shopping all along, in a cannibal suburban boutique…