Idaho

Idaho 032705

Idaho – and that morning – it was the first time - for the last time – before that time - when it didn’t matter anymore

the filament – extinguished – before it’s last breath – a flutter – like those old tv sets give - when you shut ‘em off - after they’ve been on too long

how the corner of your eye – catches - the movement at the bottom of the drapes – it’s the cat playing with air

the swing - comes off the broom - dusting the floor – like in from Hank to Hendrix – mellow gold - or big band – the Duke – Count Basie - like voodoo chili gumbo

I’m chopping down this mountain with just a – stroke from this pen

Oh Idaho – the principle – idea of the equation – a quotient – a portion – that’s merely in proportion - to one’s perception

It’s all perspective – keeping it real has gone the way of the dodo – it’s keep it digital now - with pixilated plasma painted daisy’s warped – echo reverberating – in that long stone hall – where monsters crawl

Only existing if HAL – allows - all the zero’s and one’s – to randomly fall – into marching madness patterned printed walls - all these switches turning – on off idle

instant rash decisions – dependant on exacts – relying on precision – the mad dash for quick cash - and I DA HO

And you’re the ho - Cuz we sure ain’t no fuckin’ pimps – the hawks on the hill – would never see to this - sooner see us – twitch in a ditch – then get close to rich

So - sometimes I think about – packin’ up – packin’ in – and letting this all just
re-begin

maybe inch a little closer towards Mexico - drink some wine – taste salt water air – moon

But for now – I DA HO – watchin’ the cat playing with air – watchin’ the curtain dance - with despair