Lyrics Junk Poetry - B. Dolan

Junk Poetry

Too much distortion i don’t understand."
The Monster (Refusing to kick any habit) — «This is what happens when you fall asleep nestled against the cold skin of your
lovely television.
tickled by the static shock of a million needle p-ricks overcome by the
breaking waves of words, colors and laughter.
The T.
V protects us.
The T.
V winds us down to sleep.
winds us down to sleep.
Bones grow calmer, smiles widen to an almost unnatural size.
turn away.
Close your eyes.
from all of us here in T.
V land, to all of you out-there…
Good Night.
Good Night.
Good Night»
Good Night"
And in the thick electric cloud of your coma, the gamma rays slip inside to
open you.
climbing up on your cheeks and lifting up your eyes like a circus tent.
sneaking inside.
finding you naked in the gray matter and dragging you up, calling you up to
come worship or be ridden by God.
Come open your eyes to the binding light.
Come or get ridden.
You can look up to the place where the sun used to be and watch the blades
spins.
The Blades spin.
The dishwashers shake, stainless steel, NASA engineered, blades spin.
PRESTO!, IT SLICES CHUNKS!
FRUITS, VEGETABLES, CHEESE AND MORE, AND YOU RUN YOUR FINGER THROUGH A BRAIN
THAT ISN'
T THERE ANYMORE, AND PERFECTLY SLICED CUCUMBER WEDGES, BAPTIZE YOU IN THEIR
CRISPY NEWNESS RAINING DOWN FAITH UPON THE THIRSTY SKEPTICS UNTIL IT SMASHES
THEM, UNTIL IT BURNS!"
I can’t believe it…"
BELIEVE IT!"
R- «I can’t…
there must be a catch!»
B E L I E V E I T!!!
BELIEVE IT MOTHER- PHUCKER!
WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED?
A FLYING PHUCKING PLATE?
I SPENT ALL OF MY LIFE TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!
ONE LAST TIME.
M TELLING YOU, THAT NOT ONLY WILL YOU GET THE GARDEN SALAD, THE RLS UPGRADE
STILL IN THE BOX AND A 5 MINUTE RECIPE BOOKLET, BUT I'
M GOING TO GIVE YOU THE ORIGINAL AGE DEFYING GUM.
YOUR GOING TO GET THE MACARONI ATTACHMENT, THE SECOND EDITION '
YOUR LIFE-FINANCING' BOOK AND THE ULTIMATE WEIGHT LOSS SERIES, AND THE 2010
CHEVY CAMARO!
CHEVY!
CHEVY!
CHEVY!
AHAHAHA HAHAHAHA AHA AHAHA AND YOUR GOING TO GET THE PERFECTS NAILS,
THE HOT WOMAN, THE MANSION IN THE SKY.
I CAN'
T GO ANY LOWER.
I CAN'
I CAN'
T GO ANY LOWER."
R (Relapsing…
childhood memories) — «Last night, I slept outside by the pond.
It was beautiful.
So clear…
the stars…
R’s Memories of his mother speaking over the phone while he was pretending to
sleep) — «He went to church and he started to have nightmares.
This morning he said, he had a dream of how this world was going to end…
it wasn’t any good.
He said, he couldn’t go on making his art, it didn’t express his ideas.
He’s only 6.
Last night, I slept outside by the pond.
It was beautiful.
So clear…
the stars…
He went to church and he started to have nightmares…
he had a dream of how this world was going to end…
he couldn’t go on.»