The Sinking
Your thick hair cut by the shepherd's shears
And when you left your secretary was at a loss
She had so much mail to answer, so many invitations
To galleries, openings, functions and house parties
So he went himself, John, he went himself
With his baby, his lover, in his tight blue jeans
The first party was next to a basketball court
The hostess was called Ruth and she had a strawberry curl
She whispered to John, She held him close
And she told him 'There by the Elder tree was were Whitman kissed my boy'
She handed him a soda but he wanted something stronger
So he fainted in fake panic
The go-go girl handed him her drink to get him on his feet
No harm in seeing double until the morning awakening
The girl asked John what he did
He said he was recently put out of work
Due to the sabotaging finger of God's command
She smiled and winked but he had to go
He left his baby there with the tight jeans on the floor
The gallery he got to was near a firing range
Ironic he thought as he heard a funeral car drive past
Who would speak the eulogy at the funeral for Christ
Warhol would no doubt record it and play it as his answering machine message
He entered the gallery and saw a group of friends crowded around a punch bowl
The compare ran up and told them not to drink
The punch bowl was the skull of Burroughs
John looked closer and noticed that is wasn't even a skull
It was a bowler hat and the tag read 'Steiner'
The lights shone down and his eyes hurt
His eyes burnt as he grabbed a drink from the bowler hat
Everyone stared as he poured the drink over his eyes
The compare yelled at him to stop
But his eyes were burning and he couldn't see the exhibition
There was nothing to see he was told
The lights were the exhibition, the burning eyes were the effect
That was the art and he had extinguished the effect
Everybody had heard this and rushed for the bowler hat punch
They drowned their eyes and looked about themselves
They noticed the horrible building and the horrible face of the compare
And they left, they left the compare crying into the punch
And with wet eyes even he realised what a horrible state he was in
John quickly walked down the gutter-path and caught a tram
The next party was on the roof of a hotel
He arrived there and on his way into the elevator he passed a lady
She rudely told him to go fuck himself with his own head
He did not realise why until he understood that she was his mother
He quickly rode up to the roof and he found the rest of his family
They all looked at what he was wearing and laughed
But the band started and their laughter was drowned out
A song was song about two lovers on the ferry over to Coney Island
The ferry sunk and the lovers had to save themselves
They could not do this and their bodies were washed ashore cold and still
He left that party knowing that songs of disaster in a family environment would end badly
He walked back to the elevator and left the building
Arriving back at the office he found his replacement
A young, skinny girl with an androgynous look
He told her what the combination for the safe was and they went halves in the contents
He promptly, with spinning head, bought a ticket to coney island
Just to see if the ferry would sink
It did and his body washed up cold and still
Due to the sabotaging finger of God's command
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