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Love
and Leather Jackets
Clouds skitter and skite and
snigger
the Link bus glides by Grafton
fruit shop
lollopping vehicles pop up
the fast lanes
onto the viaduct thrill it's
better than a Viagra pill
it's the Auckland spaghetti
motorway junction loop the loop
much better than scooping
the poop off bowwow at the beach
ET sits his saucer on the
skytower taking snapshots
what a view! 360 degrees!
ET admires Mt Eden
eyes up the obelisk poised
like a scud missile on Maungakiekie
poised like a Singer sewing
needle about to stitch a heavenly eye
but ET ain't a believer he
ain't sitting on the fence
he ain't sitting on a pew
he's sitting on a leather sofa
shooting the breeze with
his brand new galaxy turbo blaster
atomic channel surfer flicking
between pictures of Monica
and Saddam's cheezy grin,
"make my day" says Sadie
and Bill cigar toting six
shooter bites through to the filter
that stops him inhaling,
"yeah boy, just watch me"
and then Jenny sends up her
pride and joy
boy oh boy those F16s are
toys for top guns ya can't fly a frigate
would make a Rambo out of
Arthur Rimbaud
the censor's given them an
R20 classification
and they're waving them round
and showing em to ET
and ET's opening his mouth
wider and wider
he's gonna swallow em and
gulp he takes em all
let's get another shot close
up on ET's face
bullets and missiles he's
licking his lips and wiping the spit
from his Spielberg T-shirt
and his Star Wars bib
what do they think of it!
what are their reactions?
get me the old footage of
Krushchev thumping (can you colorise it?)
and I want the Cuba guy too,
y'know Castro with the cigar
I want the cigar to dissolve
into the President on Capitol Hill
get the people thinking higher
thoughts to inspire em
do it do it do it do it -
now, and Barry White background music too
um, "Can't get enough of
your loving" with lots of treble
and yeah I love my leather
poetry jacket
but it's too hot in Auckland
to wear it
I love my leather poetry
jacket
but it's too hot to think
of wearing it.
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2000
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