“It’s
not what you are that counts, it’s what they think you are.”
- Andy Warhol
- Andy Warhol
I
wake up today
to
put on my loincloth
of
gray jersey
one
of two I bought
at
the big and Indian store
there
are no feathers
falling
to earth in front of me
for
a headdress
so
I will have to pretend
I'm
not an Indian
I'm
not
but
that doesn't matter
my
tomahawk quietly
dips
into my raisin bran
so
I have to be careful
not
to scalp my lips
the
lady sits on her porch
sending
smoke signals
with
her cigarette
telling
me her husband
loves
her in a special way
I
made that up
I
have no idea what she's saying
Some
of us are going
to
hunt buffalo
at
the big box store
or
the buffalo are going
to
hunt us
like
the stupid tourists
who
get gored every year
I'm
an old non-Indian
Nobody
smokes a pipe with me
to
ask my advice
I
don't have a pipe
I
hate smoking
and
I know enough
never
to give advice
when
I ride a pony
the
hair chafes my thighs
loincloths
don't protect
like
they should
Vaseline
brand Beargrease
that'll
help
I
don't have a pony
but
if I did
I'd
still wear a loincloth
they're
kinda sexy
today
I will shoot arrows
to
get food
the
store hates it
when
I hit the scanner strip
tearing
it so the laser can't read it
I
don't have a bow and arrow either
The
neighbor's dog is barking
I
think I'll cook it for dinner
No
I just think it
I
couldn't catch the damn thing
if
I tried
The
big hot ball
is
setting in the west
so
the day is over
I
wish the kids wouldn't
burn
their rubber balls
they
smell terrible
Soon
the stars will come out
and
we'll sit around the fire
telling
stories
It's
the Tonight Show
I
don't know who's on
I miss Dave
I miss Dave
Barry
G. Wick
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