justwrite 15 december

hungry like the wolf is a song that could be gone from my mind right now and I wouldn’t miss it even if everybody was kung foo fighting you know those cats that’s how they do and there’s a rhapsody in blue that’ll do it to you too but not as easily as those songs with words the ones we’ve heard undisguised like the eye of the tiger it’s the easiest thing to carry around curled in some bit of brain endless refrains of classical gas waiting to be passed or trashed by some newer party cool as ice ice baby under pressure to prove which song is which and which was a hit and which was a rip as in off and the scoffing continues when the next song that lingers is a track like backstreet’s back alright you think I’ve gotta sink outta this pool gotta swim this fool lap until I’m fully strapped for cash of the intellectual sort we’ve resorted to this old man playing one playing knick-knack on his thumb as a kind of paddywhackery a distraction factory building up and away from the fray keeping fingers crossed and radios flossed looking for something different to drive away mama mia but here we go again how can you forget something like that that track cracking itself up like billie jean just a girl who says that Michael Jackson is the one and in such a way she’s undone she’s moonwalking her way through the stars and parking cars at the same time the valet line adds up and the cars wait while she dances on the waves saving good music the true view itself to her own health in a wealth of hidden pockets rocketman’s another but that’s a sort of ohbrother type distraction on the way to elsewhere where you coulda been somebody coulda been a contender and then you remember that isn’t even a song there’s no tune that goes along but suddenly the swell of sound rebounds chasing you up the steps of the Philadelphia museum of art departing this mortal coil and becoming rocky turning into the stature that matches you to that legendary fiction the truth is stranger than the middle name danger than the last name mouse soused with references and heading toward a predicate which reminds me which unwinds me and sets me back down to find the end of the meantime to lean toward the next