The city of Berkeley
Is replacing the street lights
With LED lights
Slowly but surely
I can no longer locate my heart.
They’ve done our block
so tree shadows
where the leaves let the light thru
now pixelate that
it’s a tinsel
of jangled everywhere
where it once beat
Let’s start from the end.
Bend it like Beck. Grass stain our pantsuits.
Sing it while we wash windows.
Mix sugar in with our meds.
Hark! Birds are tying bows in my hair! Ahem.
Or did I mean Amen?
If there’s no ashtray
There’s no consolidated pile of regret.
Limbo has just as many bad connotations
But what about the party game
Where you dance below an ever lower stick?
Why aren’t we doing that more often?
Blah blah blah
the social scene sink hole
even the sink
because it needs to be cleaned.
Didn’t mean to a downer
But I’ve arranged a meeting between
Mr. Brown & Mr. Black who came back
And Mr. Brown
Who rides around town in a coffin,
And I think you’ll be pleased to know:
We’re bringing limbo back!
Oh I don’t know. Let’s just get old.
It’s so beyond belief