and for a song that short, yes
like a founding match and its lick of fire–how to turn one simple thing into another.
i watch the television with an ease that’s hard to refund
i clap when all the gameshows growl
and when i’m painting my crows back into the sky
the sattelites go bling-bling, blind
remember the neutron dance? remember the pointer sisters?
i’ve got a snowstorm in mind and a white datsun pickup
there’s a new neighbor joining the next accident
there’s a flap of skin to drape over each eye
and the 1980s came down like a stray dog, hungry and matted
my curse and cure is almost memory.