Jingle Jangle

“I wanna wreck my stockings in some jukebox joint” – Joni Mitchell
 
I wanna bite off more
than I can chew.
Cookies, ice cream, chocolate cakes
whatever it takes ….
do and do and then undo.
I wanna bite off more
than I can chew.
 
I wanna run myself ragged
jingle, jangle
will be my only wealth.
Cars, cigars, drunken wakes
whatever it takes,
gulp, burp and whistle.
I wanna bite off more
than I can chew.
 
I wanna get lost in a
city in full view.
Streetcars, bums, Picassos and fakes
whatever it takes…..
cut through, cut off, renewed.
I wanna bite off more
than I can chew.

Desire

I once knew a guy

who was always hungry

even though

his fridge was full.

 

He’d order out while

all the cheese, cold cuts, milk

rotted to hell.

 

It’s like that guy

I heard about on the news

floating for days

on top his windsurfing board

Lake Baikal.

They rescued the poor sod

and evacuated him to the hospital

suffering from severe dehydration.

 

So many of us poor souls

suffer irreparably

from farsightedness.