Jiz

 

I never wanted to come off this haunted

I jiz wanted to sing

And I don't know what that thing makes me sing

When it winks like it thinks it knows what's best

And I don't care

I jiz wanted to sing

And if this whole fucking universe continues

This cold bucking you and me in adversarial venues

Picking our pockets and pointing our rockets and sockets

And calling it poetry

Forget it

I jiz wanted to sing

And I don't know your secrets

My memories leak recipes for gestalt trans-location

And you call it prophesy

I call it sophistry

I jiz wanted to sing

But I never wanted to come off this haunted

I jiz wanted to sing

And if you call me some core or you call me some hop

I can't stop you from calling me a whore in a week when sales

flop

'Cause I say what I mean, but you hear what you live

And you don't forgive

Well who asked you?

I jiz wanted to sing

And I don't want to drink from sound-check to road-wreck

To wake up, break-neck flip-flopping my arm across my strings

In front of a flock of screaming pariahs

I jiz wanted to sing

And it sure is humbling when I lean on friends

Fumbling in extreme impropriety

Dreaming in riddles

And raiding the vittles

Until the owner says, “here's fifty bucks”

And I say, “Here's fifty songs”

I jiz wanted to sing

So does this sound haunted?

We all want to be wanted

Yeah, I so love the world I just send it a letter

For love that I hurled at a bluff like a bettor

Who refused to be daunted, “I'll be back when I'm better”

For the love I am taunted, for the years, haunted

What love is this?

You flatter me. Then spatter me in pastel politics

There, that's my line for the twinkies and hicks

I love 'em to death if to death it must come

If it's all I can do to add to the sum

What love is this?

With the prattle of years through the days I am haunted

And the phone doesn't ring

But I jiz wanted to sing