Good morning, it’s 3 a. m. in this great roaring
city full of garbage eaters ravaging parking spots
beneath my plaza window
I see cheetah in their tight skins and tired heels
all-night hippo in the diner
crossing the street swarthy heards of young impala
flambastic gibbon
even a struggling monza
and over there that brilliant head ornament on that Japanese macaque
but look closely at the hammerhead
hand in hand with the mandrill,
it’s a sight you’re unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet…
the stench and noise, yes, yes, the howler’s resonating repertoire
is not too bad when mixed with the more musical twern
of the tropical warbler but the impatient taxi blare
the squawking elderly ibis
and the glass-eye snapper hawking papers I can certainly live without
also be cautious of the poisonous boomslang laughter
social droppings of the fruit bat
and purple queen fish and who’s that babbler conversing with a magazine stand? Evidently he’s getting a good reply…
arrive in neurotica
through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming heards
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving scenery
arrive in neurotica
through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming heards
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving scenery
I have no fin
no wing no stinger
no claw no camouflage
I have no more to say…
Say… isn’t that an elephant fish on the corner over there
look at that blush baby mud puppy
noolbenger rhinoderma marmoset
spring peeper shingleback skink siren skate starling
sun-gazer spoonbill and suckers, they seem to be everywhere,
well it’s a live revue random animal parts now
playing nightly right here in neurotica…
So long!
