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Jay Passer
the
real creatures
don't have 4 legs
fins or fur, claws or wings
they're bipedal and see visions
regal, dirt poor
barefoot, swathed in cashmere
history on their hands
hands bloodied with history
add fermentation of the grape
a suave stranglehold over ideology
epaulettes, a click of the heels, swift salute
and you've got a par-tay!
86'd from the zoo
piano plinks at the tavern
study in sleaze antiquity
high octaves lost in fumbled smoke
middle C, busted
a den of crushed harmonium
I'm 7 in dog years
I said to the bartender
Yer cut off
the bartender said to me
Now get out
to love music without you
sparks rise,
crazed notation of the
Composer
humming sad songs of remembering
smiles once shared,
now exiled.
to love music means
to forget what once made us
wise.
the good old days
you wouldn't think
they'd be gone
quick as the leaves
fallen off trees
but there you are
they're gone for sure
sure as the cold limbs
of the trees
left bare
reunion
I'm back, watch out stars
Watch out
House cat
city
boy
I
wear a wristwatch to disguise my
ignorance of timelessness
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