#43 a series of disconnected observations pts 3 & 7

there’s a woodpecker on the porch chippin’ away at suet a red-capped hammer nailing himself into oblivion i’ve been stuck in tubes radio-fried, day-glo pictured summarized i have been observed senseless if home is where the heart is then i think i’m gonna need to leave the flames are lickin’ high and this kitchen sink ain’t enough to do the job the lights on the dashboard have ceased to function properly i’m steering blind, in a bind, afraid i’ll fly straight off the edge of obscurity but it’s alright ma, i’m not bob dylan nor is he and why should i sympathize, sythesize, plagiarize, gouge out my eyes rationalize, organize, or even criticize so on with cliche, if it sounds good once do it again ‘cause this song’s a lie it’s a compromise ‘cause i can’t think of nothin’ else to say let’s just say i am preoccupied bhagiti 6.1.07 perrysburg, oh