Poetic truths of theses troubled times from Shane Gannaway
take it easy flatfoot jack,
and stop blaming it on the bossa nova. the old school
was bad and we all know it, and they knew it too.
the climate today is women and those
who don’t believe them. monsters among men,
or maybe the latter is just made of the former.
‘god only knows,’ Brian Wilson spills out, but
god, I can’t muster a smile today. anyway,
her boot would look good on a throat,
as she burns the house down, chewing on
a cigar, sipping from a nalgene filled with tears.
light it with that torch she always carries. flames need fanning these days, it seems.