Ballad of a Thin Man (A tap of Robert Makeupaname)
You walk into the room and an arrow flies from just underneath your shirt cuff. It hits the back wall of the bar and everyone turns. You see someone with a pencil and you silently laugh at yourself. What will you say when you get home? Something is happening here but you don't know what it is. Something has happened but you have no idea what it is.
"It's not mine."
"What is? "
"That's not mine. Something is happening to me. My God am I here all alone.? Have you seen Mr. Somebody? Have you seen him with my ticket? I need to go watch the geek. For some ungodly reason I need to hear him speak to me."
"How does it feel to be such a freak?" he says to me.
I have no idea and I run back to the hearts. The hearts club is where I sit down. I pour myself the stiffest drink that fire can't tame. There isn't anything here for me to drink anymore. I slurped mud out of the ground and it tastes so much better than it used it. Mud tastes good to me.
F. Scott's Fitzgerald books don't mean anything to me just because I allude to being well read. Fraudulence parlayed into a bet I'll never be able to pay. I better win or else I'll be without thumbs. I already have my hands on loan so the note better not come due. The note is in my mail box. The mail box is in my lap and with the blood that wants to rip open the lid I weep inside. My face on the outside is stern and steady. I have granite lips that make courtroom steps. I have an eyebrow always perched up under my hairline. I don't care about debts and blood. I love the taste of mud.
What's mine?
What's yours? I have no idea why you have earphones on if you don't know what's happening. If you can't hear the nonames then why do you listen to the somebodyman?
The piano continues to play songs that don't resonate. The piano plays mud and blood in tune with the faceless man that taps his foot. He pulled out the arrow years ago.
"I wanted that to stay in that wall you fuck."
"You are dead now, my good sir."
"Am I? 'bout time."
"Come with me."
"Fuck you."
"Here is your throat back thanks for the loan."
Something is happening here but I don't know what it is.
