DESCRIPTION:
Performed to a large audience of cacti on leap day 2016.

We packed it in salt
left it over night
to pass the time we snapped sticks
Morrissey was drinking
dram after dram
prattling on about his sinister dreams

Don’t mop my driveway
don’t comb my hair,
take educated guesses as to where we found this ear

Your thick stumpy legs
how many of you are there?
You can rake the landscape
and I’ll collect the dead things
If you want to pull out all of the weeds
you can be my guest because I can guarantee

We won’t confuse the pipes
no we won’t confuse them,
You’ll buy the chips and I’ll buy the grog

Mr. Tokyo, Mr. Squirrel
I know you’d like to play with the rabbit

Your thin veiny ear
survived the flies, the moths, the weevils, and time
When I picked you up, I thought you were afoot
but nothing appears to be awry.

Don’t get me wrong I know it was an omen
to find you up on Joshua Lane

Airplane bottles of airplane gin, Fireball, and scotch
packed nice and tight, into the soil,
a greedy fossil find

Where are your homemade chinos where’s your flannel shirt?
Where’s your believers’ haircut, did you leave them at work?

Mr. Tokyo, Mr. Squirrel
I know you’d like to play with the rabbit.