Did he really say that?

The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = GEORGE CARLIN...Stained glass, engraved glass, frosted glass–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS...Nothing is more fluid than language = R.L.SWIHART

Thursday, October 4, 2012

1/2 Of a CASEY SCOTT Song

If I can manually enter
all the lyrics of a Jack McCarthy song, 
the least I can do for Casey Scott 
is post what are truly graduate level 
Surrealism-505  
stream of consciousness lyrics.

We were lip synching to Van Gogh
Under a Mars so bright
We wanted to sip out all of its blood
With a fifty million mile syringe
And transfuse all the dormant volcanoes of the world
Our teeth were sweet and sticky sticky
Stuck with salt water taffy

No word language syllables spelunking in our throats
Like scared boys with broken flashlights
We wanted to bite snakes
We wanted to sneeze lakes
We wanted to paint our pale watusi bodies
With the juice of huckleberries and black beetles
And dance under the airy weightlessness of all


That would come after us
We wanted to want
We wanted to want
We wanted to want
And we didn’t need anything

We turned our noses toward the thick muck terra firma earthworm
Fermented terror paradise
And counted our toes where no grass grows, alas,
We were dipped in a mobius strip of sound
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