Stuck Between Stations

There are nights when
I think Sal
Paradise was right.
Boys and Girls in
America have such a sad time together.
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations
Making sure their makeup's straight
Crushing one another with colossal expectations.
Dependent, undisciplined, and sleeping late.
She was a really cool kisser and she wasn't all that strict of a
Christian.
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend.
She likes the warm feeling but she's tired of all the dehydration.
Most nights are crystal clear
But tonight it's like it's stuck between stations
On the radio.
The devil and
John Berryman
Took a walk together.
They ended up on
Washington
Talking to the river.
He said “I've surrounded myself with doctors
And deep thinkers.
But big heads with soft bodies
Make for lousy lovers.”
There was that night that we thought
John Berryman could fly.
But he didn't
So he died.
She said “
You're pretty good with words
But words won't save your life.”
And they didn't.
So he died.
He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.
He loved the
Golden Gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters .
He likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration
Most nights were kind of fuzzy
But that last night he had total retention.
These Twin
Cities kisses
Sound like clicks and hisses.
We all tumbled down and
Drowned in the
Mississippi
River.We drink
We dry upThen we crumble to dust