~ Sonata on Luna * ~

Uphold the tradition
On Saturday the twelfth
Go away
Don't hate or you might be like the Youth Corp
Superstitions for ages 14 thru 88
But in 1983 or 79 or some random mystical millenia
The tick's tricks lead you on trips
Playing JR's number 1 hits
but not those off bongs;
Those shared between Babe Ruth and Yogi Berra
Swami Radha-Ramasita
Spun out but not left out
right amidst the action
Sensuous massage
the fascination w/espionage
Upon strategic HER, Ken (or Kevin or some other nifty gentleman)
pins the corsage.
But don't get lost in that thought
It's long dead History (!)
'cause that's what we bought.
frappuccino, vanilla twisted
shaken, not stirred
bacon, not sifted
United we stand
divided, we're infants
permeated with TV
ground, beaten, kneaded within them
The espionage of everyday life
their downfall is obvious
But my big picture ain't big enough
[Tossed, fluffed, flipped, fucked]
Society pounded into the great pussy of America
[and I pity Amerigo. (if he knew such disgrace)]
steamy misty breath in hot summer
fogged up windows in spring.
inhaled and concieving within you
I might be dumb for just this
But I am so fucking happy.
Not like the well-establishmented Couple in the white suburban
Not like the Poseurs swimmin 'round.
Not like the yuppie good-kids fighting over inheritance
And NOT like the average 14 year old on Sunday evening.

(C)1998 Katrina Kidwell Johnson