| Orson Welles' War Of The Worlds | |||||||||
| It was like motoring through bad Saturday to the Bijou
planted in a pea-green DeSoto It was vaguely like that but Hello as the next Burma Shave sign slid into view above the weeds & beer cans under your felt hat there flashed (where your head should have been goddamn it now where has it gone a light like an operating room's light & believe me it's got a voice What's on your mind Boss Sky big sky with a cancer Stars & more stars the stars have eyes they're dangerous A nervous breakdown when all engines including your car's stop You were muttering panicked like the microbe you always felt you must be & nowhere to escape to It was vaguely like that Boss you look like you'll need a Manhattan with your breakfast What pink elephants stomping through the no-man's-land They said it was nothing your body as you hovered through the sooty lace curtain fog of Jersey like the mother-fucking alien presence you'd turned into the world had turned on you like a ferocious appliance gone haywire in the kitchen & with a vengeance & there was that Friday night this hairy-eyed fly puked acid & all that other insect spit they suck up creation with on the carrot cake Kiss the midnight snack good-bye & the icebox It was vaguely like that when you asked The Shadow The Shadow knows the answer to the musical question Who's human the elevator door slammed clang-clang Here come the stars like Bolsheviks & they've got voices not to mention antennas Humungous ventriloquists Bark Bark the RCA Victor Dog's in orbit Boss it was like that God- forsaken contraptions jalopies Where was your body Jesus H Christ they said it was nothing Your silver fillings singing the DeSoto lurched & decrepit as Jules Verne's rockets Boss you were gone & now for the coming attractions & that's all F-f-f-folks that's all Animal Vegetable Mineral Cathedral Radio Temple of Doom Of course the light's on but no one's home |
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