doing the door math
(who’s so welcome he
knocked it right down)
here’s a few hanker
in’ words dot come
made hunkerin’ low
some door-downin’
hunk i do suppose
in this so-called
chronic coffin isn’t
right-izm wrong-izm
at’s a right it’s a day
so super the pan dim
lucky it’s gone, so says
i out to you in a big-hea
ved yell over a helluva
stretch of land, i says H
OW many more can you
be here don’t just glare
says the DAYS drug out
right down to the knock-
knock-knock in my ears
pult so in to this door,
plumb now till ya pound,
down its fleur de lis points
to the pure-dee ground so
who sits all prettily shuts
my lips and moves his
pouts out down to the
cliff to the other big end
of a suez canal where we
live we’re alive but we’re
on the wrong side well hell
say alive as the curtain
goes up just as certain
times coattails drown
pine cones to cups i’m
down to square down
to all that’s a’wedded
right here, oh how m
uch more use knots
are so spare me the
glib ‘ready ribbed
everywhere becuz
when’s you gonna
cum they all say
every day and to
me little me when’s
the day when’s
the day well you
henny hens dear
just you wait can’t
ya see he’s a comin’
he’s comin’ yes i’ve
are so spare me the
glib ‘ready ribbed
everywhere becuz
when’s you gonna
cum they all say
every day and to
me little me when’s
the day when’s
the day well you
henny hens dear
just you wait can’t
ya see he’s a comin’
he’s comin’ yes i’ve
been set free becuz he
is my hunny- my hunny-
and bee. well i do decl
are (a big ditto from
me) oh so please won
cha please why yes if
i care will ya fly if
you’ll fill just this
one more july oh
and two more advil
til the devil’s own
june once or so
we’ll around
we’ll around
round the bend
in a diabetic lump
clump of pills in
our hands, poor
hands run the
stairs all the
way to the door
what a ham-
footed ham
holy hell holy
damn nah it’s
holy toledo and
we’ll boogie
til the birds
of the disco
do their rhyme
chill their chirp
shrill their trill
and who’ll care
what the hell when
the car squeaks around
all the way to the bluff
which upon lives a man
hear the car shimmy up
hear the door’s big kathunk
which is no car door no this
kathunk’s up a chunk up
there on that floor just a
like it’s at us as we’re down
you’ll fill just this
one more july oh
and two more advil
til the devil’s own
june once or so
we’ll around
we’ll around
round the bend
in a diabetic lump
clump of pills in
our hands, poor
hands run the
stairs all the
way to the door
what a ham-
footed ham
holy hell holy
damn nah it’s
holy toledo and
we’ll boogie
til the birds
of the disco
do their rhyme
chill their chirp
shrill their trill
and who’ll care
what the hell when
the car squeaks around
all the way to the bluff
which upon lives a man
hear the car shimmy up
hear the door’s big kathunk
which is no car door no this
kathunk’s up a chunk up
there on that floor just a
like it’s at us as we’re down
on all eight (that’s two sco
res dunka-dunk dunka-dunk
dunka-dunk) and no less th
an it is and what’s more it
is four. yes a four that’ll
guess at the who or the
what (it’s absurdly a whom,
what (it’s absurdly a whom,
and you knew) that kaboom
down it fell what a dear that’s
the door he says what it is that
he means that’s my man that’s
my man what he’s made out of
me when that fist hissed the do
or. it’s a hit that he made me
my hitman he banged and
it flew to the floor!
