I WANT MY MTV
To all of the bad listeners who think they’ve figured
out the game of life Who no doubt ascribe to the
wisdom jackhammered into King St. at Brant: Rain is
nature’s drum solo (cost to city $36,000 roughly)
You can all take your pensions +your grey haired wives
Your superfoods +your
MTV (wasn’t life so much better
in the early days of MTV?) We’d sit indoors even in Boca
Raton and watch our stars careen around in pointy white
boots No phoney Beatlemania for Joe Jackson I recently
bought these boots at auction they smell musty like stale
You can take your pat answers +your cliches: if not now when?
followyourfuckingbliss et. al. +face the fact that your soul she’s
gone AWOL just like everyone elses by 57 The last man standing
will be bullet ridden with suffering NOT young at heart
in hand (no wankers allowed in heaven)
Even if you had an imagination, would you ever imagine this
miraculous world the Toaists call The Ten Thousand Things?
And if the darkness just got darker? And then you were dead?
What would you care? How would you even know the difference?
(Denis Johnson Jesus’ Son 1992 RIP May 24, 2017 67 liver cancer)
Summer 2018 Live damn it ! George Costanza
AAC in her Joe Jacksons