Blowfish Girl

Where's the old land I used to know?
Complete brick walls, where did they go?
The strip of bricks and caffeine beverages,
Buddhas palm trees and zero averages.
Old tile floors replaced by carpet,
Not much knowledge of the happy market.
Skinny girl walking about,
hide your genitals in her mouth.
Upstairs moon, tall black broom,
Headphone spaceman flying 'round the room.
Orange juice, the wine of the times,
Close encounters of the unkind.
What is all this law and order?
Did I cross back over the wrong border?
Why were we here?
We did not know.
Every night was such a great show.
Now in my mind the clock birds caught,
Life has so much more meaning when it's not thought.

Oct. 21, 1993.