yellow

i'm sitting in a yellow room
it makes the black on the back
of my neck stand on end
they used to bake bread here
now they just serve it to you
in fermented liquid form
there's a much-too-skinny woman
walking around the place
you could pick her up
and twirl her in your ear
to clean out all the beerswax
i wouldn't do that, though
partly from the warning labels
and partly from the nonsense of
such a random notion
a group of strangers sit beside me
laughing about sports scores
and mourning the passage of youth
what's the combination
of pity and envy?
penvy?
itty?
petty?
probably petty...
'Send Me an Angel' by
some eighties band i can't remember
is playing overhead
silly eighties band i can't remember,
angels don't really exist.
only fleshy hoomans
with their toenail clippings
and battle scars
pissing away the hours
as the great darkness of the
universal abyss
slips ever closer to your periphery
where are you now, anyway
you silly eighties band
thought you had it all figured out,
didn't you?
it's ok either way
your music lives on
in every single one of us
the people beside me are now
talking about golden showers
pissing away the hours...