The Existential Croûton
Poem no. 25 – The Existential Crouton
Sometime when I’m feeling low and blue, I sing and play a sad old country song, maybe a slow blues. Does this make me feel better? Not a bit. It makes me feel like crap. But, it does, for a time, take my mind off one bad thing and focus on another. What does that do? It makes me feel twice as bad, which really generates the blues. From their it’s an existential spiral into a momentary madness, where my blueness impels me to play licks of unfathomable beauty and chaos, just as Buster Crab of Tarzan fame would’ve done, if only he’d thought of it and could jam-out like the Mc5 meets John Coltrane by way of Howlin’ Wolf circa 1951. I hope this isn’t to narrow in scope, Elmer, as we talked about last week at the meeting of the worlds super geniuses club (only $19.95 to join.) That’s when Biff sent a shock wave through the place like a Badger adhering to someone’s testicles. He basically said “I’ve decided to become a pterodactyl. I realize this seems like a sudden thing, but believe me, I’ve wanted this since my boyhood on the planet Zuton X.” And, with that, we all sat in silence, wondering about the fate of mankind. What would happen now that the cat was out of bag? Only time would tell.
Busta 'a Crab
Sometime when I’m feeling low and blue, I sing and play a sad old country song, maybe a slow blues. Does this make me feel better? Not a bit. It makes me feel like crap. But, it does, for a time, take my mind off one bad thing and focus on another. What does that do? It makes me feel twice as bad, which really generates the blues. From their it’s an existential spiral into a momentary madness, where my blueness impels me to play licks of unfathomable beauty and chaos, just as Buster Crab of Tarzan fame would’ve done, if only he’d thought of it and could jam-out like the Mc5 meets John Coltrane by way of Howlin’ Wolf circa 1951. I hope this isn’t to narrow in scope, Elmer, as we talked about last week at the meeting of the worlds super geniuses club (only $19.95 to join.) That’s when Biff sent a shock wave through the place like a Badger adhering to someone’s testicles. He basically said “I’ve decided to become a pterodactyl. I realize this seems like a sudden thing, but believe me, I’ve wanted this since my boyhood on the planet Zuton X.” And, with that, we all sat in silence, wondering about the fate of mankind. What would happen now that the cat was out of bag? Only time would tell.
Busta 'a Crab