An American Parody

A Wake

Take screams from my brain

My kewpie doll, my special one

Choose your way and choose what more you will say

Insane divinity

What do you see?

A large empty stage in a hot stuffy hall

Soon they enter and see a small wooden coffin

They cry and cackle like old mad whores

Lost in the thought of their own cold dark death

The overpowering smell soon surrounds us

Fat angry bitches & cruel

tattooed goons. Dead puppet lies

in the casket as the people cry &

we stare like lost, sad children,

drugged like our past cotton candied

lost delinquency

Choose the moon, the Ancient One

Inside this ancient egg

Choose now, they sigh,

a time to lie

Beneath the hollow earth.

Enter again this sweet comedy

Enter the solemn death tragedy, come join us.

Everything is in riddles

& dies

(An audience breaks up into laughter & applauds)

Me and my mother and father

and grandmother and grandfather

were driving through the desert, at dawn,

and a bus load of Clowns

had either hit another car, or just

I don't know what happened...

but there were clowns scattered all over the highway,

bleeding to death.

So the car pulls up and stops.

That was the first time I tasted comedy.

I must have been about four...

like a child with a squirting flower, just smiling in the breeze, man.

The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back

is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Clowns...

maybe one or two of them...

were just running around & jumping about,

and just leaped into my soul.

And they're still in there.

(a baby giggles)

Rubber chickens scattered on the highway bleeding

Clowns crowd the young child's fragile egghead mind.

(sounds of chickens cackling)

Rubber Chicken

Rubber Chicken

what did you die for?

Rubber Chicken says nothing at all.