Posted by Atticus on October 1, 2005, at 8:17:20
Pulled Over in the Breakdown Lane
Out in the Jersey swamps,
Where the lost boys romp,
And build reed effigies
Of the Empire State,
I went out for a drive
To see if I was alive,
Heard thickets of
Mutant crickets all mate.
Chemical romantics
Were getting all frantic,
Tugging hard and fast
At each other’s clothes,
Their three eyes gleamed
In rusty make-out machines
Set against the flames
That make refineries glow.I cut the engine
And rolled to a stop,
Could hear
A train’s faint refrain,
Waiting for night
To howl at the full moon,
Pulled over
In the breakdown lane.A troops of lost tourists
Hacking through the grass forests
Swore to me they’d had
To eat their perky guide,
I pointed toward Little Italy
Across the river in the city,
Thought a good dessert
Would help salve their pride.
The White Rabbit ran by
Trying to keep his watch dry,
Asked me if I could
Please give him a ride,
We pulled up to Wonderland
And it didn’t look so grand,
An old amusement pier
Leaning to one side.I cut the engine
And rolled to a stop,
Could hear
A train’s faint refrain,
Waiting for night
To howl at the full moon,
Pulled over
In the breakdown lane.
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