parakeet drummer

parakeet drummer
knows Life is
a bummer
especially last summer
when his back was
in pain
disdain
constant angst
and sometimes hard rain
overlooking
the flame
the knife's edge
standing on the ledge
thinking not of Life
but Death
holding his breath
longer than
               before
trying to love Life
but always needing
               more
insane
miniscule brain
precision accuracy
and speed
are what you
need
to get by
w/out being high
w/out a sigh
w/out the parakeet drummer
going for a fly
and forever saying
  bye bye
     because it's easier to lie
        than to face a
            room full of people
                 or the gd steeple
                       after another lowbrow
                            weekend
                                full of sin
                                     plastic trees and
                                           flowers
                                                the hours
                                                     pass
                                                           ultra fast
                                                                  and cast
                                                           the dismal vibe
                                                     over the side
                                              of the fallen down bridge
                                        on that late winter night
                                  after a long long walk
                          that left you
                 forever
          jaded.

out of sight
that the parakeet drummer
even has
the glow in the dark drummer
to buy him a hummer
when spring turns to
summer
but he still can't
keep a
straight
face.