What Do You See In Me?
Art by Norman E. Masters
3) Try to understand dear ones I've always been in love with my country. With her baseballs and her hand grenades, her streets lined with false teeth and crocodile tears gurgling in the sewers with the cotton swabs and the turpentine. Honest to Abraham Lincoln! There's nothing I like better than a crowded department store! Yessir, I've been arrested for shoplifting by unshaven store detectives who've told me to get a job, or go on welfare. It's great I tell you! I've gotten lost in the grand sweep of Mexican murals, I've played guitars with no strings I've joined the navy of nickles and dimes. I've impersonated soul brothers, hotel clerks famous charlatans & poker players. Yahoo, what a time I've had! Hollywood is my birthright! A Christian in Babylon, a thief in paradise riding the 8:15 subway down the sperm canals of Jonah's whale. Rock 'n roll is here to stay and so is the Brooklyn Bridge! The hair on my skin is busy writing graffiti in a thousand different languages. The junkyard horse mumbles out of a corner of his mouth, " Careful, sport. That dame is dressed t'kill. She's more cruel than a nun. She'll melt your soul like an ice cube gold dig your heart like a grave robber, and wither your body with thistles... " " Taxi! Taxi! I'm on fire! " Scrreeeeech--!! " The Piscean Subtropics and step on it... " The windows of heaven are opening wide an it's raining toothpaste and blonde wigs! Yipes, hand me my shotgun I'm going to the White House!