Neurotica

Good morning

it's 3am in this great roaring

city full of garbage eaters ravaging parking

spots beneath my plaza window I see cheetah in their

tight skins and tired heels all-night hippo in

the diner crossing the street swarthy heards of young

impala flambastic gibbon even a struggling monza

and over there that brilliant head ornament on that

Japanese macaque but look closely at the hammerhead hand

in hand with the mandrill

it's a sight you're

unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet...

the stench and noise

yes

yes

the howler's

resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with

the more musical twern of the tropical warbler but the

impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and

the glass-eye snapper hawking papers I can certainly

live without also be cautious of the poisonous

boomslang laughter social droppings of the fruit bat

and purple queen fish and who's that babbler conversing

with a magazine stand? evidently he's getting a good

reply...

arrive in neurotica

through neon heat disease

I swear at the swarming heards

I sweat the foul terrain

I rove the moving scenery

I have no fin

no wing no stinger

no claw no camouflage

I have no more to say...

Say...isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over

there look at that blush baby mud puppy noolbenger

rhinoderma marmoset spring peeper shingleback skink

siren skate starling sun-gazer spoonbill and suckers

they seem to be everywhere

well it's a live revue random animal parts

now playing nightly right here in neurotica...

so long...