Gone Man Bleat (Elegy for Don Van Vliet)

My elegy for the Captain--more info and a bit of description at http://www.elliotknapp.com/2011/06/gone-man-bleat.html

Just back there
You--bespoketacled
Planes swimming across oceans of
Truth is the flast flame that's gone all too qulickly

You allowed us a shriek peek into the either
(against our baddered judgmental expectorations)
Hollering rowder
before you blurred yourself out of fuck-us
one weak after naut floating above the space shit
your only way back down

Then you dinged back in just in time
to make use of the last of the
un-un-un-unquoinium
before we even triggered out how to synthefy it!


The things that so hrashly know us down
over
under
do they flaunt us in kept gossipy wings
only to disreappear to take the piss out of us
spoiling the mictury
no longer supplising the grizzly necessiprocities?

The flings we chuck up
Is their contritioning enough to
bent-dumbbell-tricep-row us
up
out of this ditch crack cave
we've begotten ourselves unto?
Should youn't be fiftied a don't-worry-about-it
we saw we our supposed deserved fine ale?

Category:

Music

Tags:

• Poetry
• Associative Writing
• Don Van Vliet
• Captain Beefheart