Did you want to be in a band? (2009)

Did you want to be in band?
Do you want to pose for my new book?
I’ll tell you a secret if you read my mind and tell me what I’m thinking now.
I’ll count my steps hold on to my cigarette.
Look to your left, do you see that building made of red felt and stapled at the seems?
What about those buildings of pink marshmallows and pegs that hold clouds to the ground like anvils of lead?
A secret gully and a cut through to sadness’ lost tunnel of ill reputed love.
I’ll be your ring breaker if you pat my back.
But only if your ass is on the level with my ass.
I’ll show you a good time playing with footballs of miniature size.
It’s a tragedy under the facade of comedy.