FOUR FOLK SONGS (LEARNED AT SEA) by TOOM BUCKSAW

the formica peddler’s bathos

blackmail folio in mystery bronze/ i lost a coupon sheet last week and the experience felt retro/ gates open on outer phenom bathed in blue/ come sit on my lap and take off your glove/ and show me what’s inside/ show me what’s between the leather pretender and the moonwash fleshform you’ve slid in it/ just flex a finger and point where it hurts/ patty told me not to fret nothing/ the honda’s just a wastepaper basket in the supercluster dumpster and my eyes can’t track it/ damn good thing i sold it last thursday/ i took the cash and bought magic the gathering cards. see you tomorrow

 

ramblin moon piss psycho

rotted elf in a three piece suit/ his home is a stump in the center of chicago/ he took the train to nunavut and he made a snow angel & filled it with piss. get down here, idiot moon/ he cried from the fetid bottom of his hole/ your craters are terribly empty/ ┬álemme fill em up & your pores’ll never feel better

 

supersoaker lament

yes god damn it i threw away the supersoaker & no it didn’t ask me how your mother was doing/ by now it’s halfway to mexico & someday it’ll be a sea urchin’s condo/ maybe by then you’ll have cooled off some & he’ll let you spend the night. anyway i’m goin out this evening, so shut your trap & help me with my coat/ my fingers keep getting caught in the sleeves & the gloves you made don’t help/ try using cardboard next time and don’t skimp on the barbecue sauce

 

girl likes soft rock

girl likes soft rock, girl likes soft rock/ don’t know what i’ll do with her but steely dan’s good enough for now/ these rolling wave grooves are turning my brain into salt water;
girl stole my couch, girl stole my couch/ nowhere to eat dinner now that it’s gone/ still not sure how she got it out the doggy door;
girl bought me a sculpture, (yeah, yeah, a sculpture)/ had to poke a hole in the ceiling to put its head through/ but my landlord says it’s in good taste;
girl killed my horse, (yeah, yeah, killed my horse)/ strung him by the neck and let him hang/ he barked all night but it still sounded better than her barry manilow records

 

 

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