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JIMMY WARNER DESIGN,
Paying the Piper
This is MY jacket back poem, MY new album cover saga,
Whirlwind tour of trippy-dippy-land where sub-species of
Human driftwood wash into eddies and pool rooms for a
Shark fest or two, come in ripped and bulked up, dripping
At the door as predictable as lake effect snow, ground delay
And new strain making the common cold meaner and more
Mutant, responsible for incubating more paranoid poetry
And the final music droning its tonic and fifth, notes that
Go unnoticed in the scatter gun lunacy of marketing ploys
Which always have their subliminal say about what makes
Our rubber peeling pick-up in the parking lot sound more
Significant than ANY fly fish river of time-bent geographies
Supposedly passing thru everything that makes us more
Cosmic and connected to the whispers of inspiration our
Poetic instinct longs for, drives us toward, even mistaking
The corner cut-throat bar and grill as the seat of blues-hood,
That blue-green gargle, waterhole of bar napkin sainthood.
Yes, itís all here steaming and stinking on the back of my
New album yet to be released, packed in an eye-sucking
Disclaimer where blame for the lot from whatever the loss,
To whatever it cost you to reclaim normal life, though it's
Your fault for choosing my band of noise makers, psycho modern demons of dream girl leather
biting bondage and
Instant siren sorcerer gratification rites and acrobatics.
Call it over-the-dam apology, but no groveling will take place.
You will make it up to me by purchasing this album because
In your pursuit of contemporary worthlessness you have driven
Me to abuse myself thru apocalyptic end-time gyrations and
Occupational injuries for which no musician is ever insured.
Therefore, pay me for the endless nightís entertainment I gave
You wherever you were, whenever you stood or danced as if
Enraptured by your own youthful juices, knowing full-well
Someday you would have to pay the piper even though there
is nothing to celebrate but regret and dissolution. This is not
About reform or redemption, no savior will come to your door.
I will show you real epiphany for the price of my inspiration.
With Jazz Accompaniment
Photo by Eugene Brown
Copyright Jimmy Warner, 2011
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