F-Dreaming like an adolescent boy
M-skies of such beautiful advantage come calling on
my mind
F-nothing not even music could change the way I feel
M-a fanciful urchin floats by lazily tapping out my
thoughts
F-when suddenly A HEADACHE FROM GEORGIA bursts onto
the scene
M- to stand along side me in green meshed orange
bright sequins
F-not from Texas or Iowa or even the dull throb of
Kansas
M-but from a tiny little burg named Celibate Ohio
F-where the migraines of Atlanta are born and flourish
M-and let us not forget stand poppy cock sideways
with their dirty little hands always petting the kitty
F-that's how things are in the mid west where boys
stopped dreaming long ago
M-and alabaster skin went out with Gilbert and Sullivan
when the old Virginia theater closed
F-what can you dream of in Celibate other than of
leaving
M-why matchmaker's kindling and Bob Villa's moving in
F-no wonder THE HEADACHE FROM GEORGIA showed up
looking like a Harlequin............
(Feb.21,2000 6:48pm)
(FROM JOURNAL #23)