Saturday, November 12, 2011
industrial music please
the industrial music on TV
Oh Boy
during wake-up early Saturday morning off-hours
when no sane sponsor would pay a dime to advertise
ergo there was nothing decent to view
we watched until it made us tap our feet in joy
to see new clean shiny bottles passing by,
row on row, on conveyor belts,
endless bottles sans commentary
gleaming bottles galore
whoa, wha’cha watchin’ zombie kids?
watching bottles
passin’ by, nothing to talk about
only that music and bottles on parade
you have to have loved it, or hated it or been mesmerized
here they come empty, watch ‘em now
then full, then lidded – get the lids on will ya
sometimes you tuned in and saw the end
when all those full bottles were
boxed, packed, trucked, then sped away
all to that appropriately endless industrial music.
during wake-up early Saturday morning off-hours
when no sane sponsor would pay a dime to advertise
ergo there was nothing decent to view
we watched until it made us tap our feet in joy
to see new clean shiny bottles passing by,
row on row, on conveyor belts,
endless bottles sans commentary
gleaming bottles galore
whoa, wha’cha watchin’ zombie kids?
watching bottles
passin’ by, nothing to talk about
only that music and bottles on parade
you have to have loved it, or hated it or been mesmerized
here they come empty, watch ‘em now
then full, then lidded – get the lids on will ya
sometimes you tuned in and saw the end
when all those full bottles were
boxed, packed, trucked, then sped away
all to that appropriately endless industrial music.
words and music by jack s.
part decorative wood from Lincoln’s
time
half recently constructed stone storage space
all overlooks the economically withering small town and an ugly
car wash across the street, with a coke machine that lights up
i have obtained the three thousand square foot
industrial building to write and play in.
i have embraced this space
have photos and dreams of being there
producing massive amounts of gems.
piles horded and distributed to the urchins
that look like overweight immature vandals;
short people not developed in any sense,
running in wild packs, probably to and from
that elementary school around the block,
and the legends will be created
by slouching legions carrying torches in the night
mobs of outcasts cutting vegetables for soup
blocks away from any used car dealership and
churches with a monument for the saints of another culture, generations ago
that are told in prayers and whispers to salt the wound, would you do that
to yourself or animals unless for cooking?
i'd get a caldron, check if open fires are legal
but they won’t stop me from
dreaming
for all the belching smoke and stench
i can produce in my dream caldrathon
half recently constructed stone storage space
all overlooks the economically withering small town and an ugly
car wash across the street, with a coke machine that lights up
i have obtained the three thousand square foot
industrial building to write and play in.
i have embraced this space
have photos and dreams of being there
producing massive amounts of gems.
piles horded and distributed to the urchins
that look like overweight immature vandals;
short people not developed in any sense,
running in wild packs, probably to and from
that elementary school around the block,
and the legends will be created
by slouching legions carrying torches in the night
mobs of outcasts cutting vegetables for soup
blocks away from any used car dealership and
churches with a monument for the saints of another culture, generations ago
that are told in prayers and whispers to salt the wound, would you do that
to yourself or animals unless for cooking?
i'd get a caldron, check if open fires are legal
but they won’t stop me from
dreaming
for all the belching smoke and stench
i can produce in my dream caldrathon
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