Day 29 (A brief biography)

Smashed pumpkins against screaming trees by the green river where the mud was honey and mother loved bone fending off the modest mouse we shared iron and wine while ashes divide the silver Jews and their silver sun pickups it was subtle and sublime like TV on the radio but we were left asking why?

Dose one more before we spin a perfect circle for the pixies to drag their nine inch nails across the backs of non-prophets in the temple of the dog where mountain goats dance with lesbians on Ecstasy to the katzenjammer kabarett playing loudly through the Juno reactor and still we were left asking why?

Locked deep in Hymie's basement we pondered the strokes and ate cake pestered by the beetles and the kid's in America rolling stones in the streets but we had a bike for three and I  brought my bloody valentine given by the blind butchers to the children of the anachronistic dynasty and still we were left asking why?

It was  Jane's addiction to the all night radio that beckoned the band of horses to aid babes in toy land but fleet were the foxes in their handsome furs they dashed through sound garden down Sleater then Kinney  to the postal service for Vaselines but I was the ugly Casanova eating red red meat and still asking why?

The monk was thelonias preaching in the cooper temple clause his punk was daft and his mind darc just as the night of his soul but the deep puddle dynamics would explain the deadmau5 far better than the prodigy who is busy with the eels swimming in the sea and cake we watch from our bed of felt where girl talk lays the godsmack and we green think up a diagram on how to destroy angels while drinking humanwine eating peaches we were the pedestrian raging against the machine Francis was the sage and Alice was in chains and they couldn't help themselves in the dogg pound Taj Mahal to telephone Jim Jesus to find their tool and a little TLC but Tom always Waits for tobacco brought by mansbestfriend and Saturday looks good to me.

I've found Nirvana.