Tiny Little Ads

I: The pitchman

The valley pitchman

From his tiny, one bedroom

Apartment

This is one of the most incredible things

That I have ever seen

It can make you a fortune

The secret, the secret no more than four

Or five days

Finding tiny, classified, little ads

Out of my one bedroom apartment

In four or five little 

Days

For the last five years

I've been talking about this

For the last five years

Doing exactly what I've been

Talking about

For the last five or 

Four years

Talking

Out of my tiny, one bedroom

Apartment

(About this)

Did you ever think you'd be depositing

Did you ever think if four or five tiny 

Little years

If you get started buying and selling

You might not want to do anything

Else

My very own 1-900 line

You can be set up with your very own

1-900 line

Your very own

My very own

Tiny little very own ninehundred very tiny little own

My

They even take the calls for you

While you are sleeping you can even be

Making money

(While your are sleeping)

The most exciting thing you have ever done

I told all kinds of people and all lot them don't believe me

I

II: Slitting your own throat

no one knows what went through the mind 

of the valley pitchman when he sliced his

own throat

locked in a jail cell, after countable charges

were leveled against him. there were no 

supermodels there to comfort him.  no family

no one, tiny, little, person to stop his hand

A razor blade is simple

III: these days

A few people remember him

Mostly they mock him

Mostly they watch video of comics

Sending him up

And they vaguely remember 

What they were mourning 

Early in a cold, empty morning

Thirty years ago when the 

Pitchman was there profering

Hope

But there are a few who believe in 

Tiny little ads

That can bring salvation from a tiny 

One bedroom 

Apartment

venici ta

I move the keyboard close
Satyricon plays near
They are at sea
They lift the whale
And so do I
Triremes against a blue
Ageaen sea
Spell check against a
Victory

Yeah
That's it.

Powerslide

Sometimes you wonder
Sometimes when they ask you
Sometimes when they say
Sometimes you just want

Across the street a kid is on his scooter
He is using the neighbor's driveway
To pull a keen powerslide

Sometimes you think
Sometimes you hope
Sometimes you powerslide

And then it drops, if you want to learn
To powerslide, I would recommend
That you find a brand-new road

This kind of concrete here is fine
But don't be going too slow
You want to go a nice
Medium speed

Sometimes

Haze

You know it is deadly,
Composed of gasoline
Burned and unburned;
Passed through a
Catalyst
Unconverted.
(You know it is.)

You know that when you breath
It burns the back of your throat,
Like an unfiltered
Cigarette.

You know all this,
But still it is beautiful
As it splays headlights
Into beams of unholy light;
As it twists around street lamps
Landing gently on the cold
Blacktop,
Smoothing the world with a
Cold, unclean hand.

Obit 4: loving big sister

You know it is easy

Easy to mock the 

Grieving

So much overwrought

So much sickly-sweet 

Flowers 

 

You even spell

Overwrought 

Wrong

Big sister

Big sister overwrought

That's wrong.

Wrong glue

Wrong

Obit 3: Grace

Grace, all you have is your school history
That's a life, of course, but the details are lost
In the spaces between the paragraphs about
Nothing

You moved a love
We'll leave it at that
You loved a move,
Like we all do

Grace, Grace, Grace

I would have

Obit 2: Many callings

Peacefully surrounded
She passed
Her loving family
At their home

Married of that year

Solemnized

Solemnized

Solemnized

That year

Many callings
And loved serving
Others

Many callings

Solemnized

She retired

Auto Parts

Many friends

Solemnized

Husband

LOVE OF HIS LIFE

Husband

Solemnized