Cool Cat

Was a cool cat in a heatlamp gauntlet
Hard-pressed for answers
The Vespa and the bicycle had an
affair
What an intriguing world
Secret service swarms like dead flies
tied by strings, gimp fanatics taking gravity
by the balls and wiping me down
faster than Boosie

Dead-arm rainbows
and black-tie touchdowns
We argued over Phoenix with sprawling
syntax
Clover Bottom calling
pick up line two
How many deadbeats does it take
Til your teardrops melt whiskey-like
into a river of cornmeal and kids
ablaze with fire drawn curation
How many dollars would you auction your soul for
and how many times has a sad song met your
hard heart and shivered back on itself
That cell tower gross-out really slammed your coffee, palm-up
It really exploded your wormcan, dark and dirty
Hardly a good show, Plato in the biscuits and Jesus in the teabags