I Quack For Peachy Pie
Young woman, you really horrified me
When you said you ran away---
I laughed, “Run alongside but never across the road, woman!”
Of course the horns, tires and brakes cursed.
Loving cursing was probably running after you.
There, there, lithium carbonate did some helpful tricks.
Didn’t I tell you your quack should and did it
Pause that swinging and not the running
To reach diazepam: what a beauty
Crock from quacks that made me laugh
Like a tweaker
Stoned like a slammer
Was a popper
Now, as I quack, I ask:
What made you run, young woman?
Was it that wave and wave of all these vibrations---
Life like lightning strobe lights---- and
You couldn’t scream it
You couldn’t hit it
(The same with singing and dancing while you drunk spin)
You couldn’t in words you’re afraid what reality they would mean
You couldn’t breathe
Could you?
Snap!
You were simply fed up
You threw your hands up
You ran to get away
To save them from yourself
To save yourself
You just ran up, up and away---
Nothing wrong with that, young woman.
As I quack, I tell my own share of running
Beginning with walking away
Takes practice like breathing:
I walked away from crash
(Broken)
To slap around fuckers while I fuck up and away friends and
Life, this bitch
Into a cold turkey, I walked away from the future and learned
Cunning in striking at the heart
I operated on my heart to see how it
Dissected this history and how we all fall
Unto the body and the necessary:
Perfected the game with only five rules, the players are in place
On the bored, I start pulling traps
Ah! Knew then how to stop time and walk away from deathly things
And felt this stone, my heart
(Break)
To be on pause and become bones that bloom into sexy macabre
Now this flower, the broken brain puzzle is almost complete
Joy! What fun!
And I had run and run and run
Without a finish line, in an oval until
I had laughed when my girl Eve said she just ran
Just ran away from the groom John on the night before her wedding.
He ran after her, smart man.
I laughed, “The last time I ran was just after I landed---”
Here from the land of sea and sky:
Two ran after me in triangles and circles, these trapezoids, smart men.
I slowed to a stop up, up I was bleeding,
Just like when I walked away to run in a snap from a drunken breakfast
Your friend, my hobbit running after me, that smart young woman,
To hold my hand so I walked, death on boots, then lost
(She, old panicked men, not
I)
Too smart for lithium carbonate
In Hell, even I freaked out the quacks.
They saw that when I smiled
Found they were the mouse running this maze all along.
(They meant to make me Algernon, those fuacks.)
Alors, I wink another quack: catch
(never Keroquack, that Jack)something about all these
classic
second
third
fourth
generation
and how to fry your brain
or fuck your brain out up and away…
Or how to cook someone’s heart from all these secret
Curses without hexes.
Petrify my Motherland’s blood witches
For play.
(And eat, Peachy Pie)
Perhaps how to read and feed to heal your soul?
Now, you run
You ran into me years ago
And you run in to me now
There, there, you can stop running
Now, young woman
Look, the world is an asylum:
Laugh!
It is not mad to be a madwoman.
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