(after listening to Captain Beefheart’s Hey Garland, I Dig Your Tweed Coat)
Give me back my heart, you loony
the hapless sprout from a fairytale-clout
clobbered him from underneath a spider’s house
the words of a God scented through the thick curtain overthrown by Jesus-deep nothingness
his belly ached like belly’s lead
torn smiling like a headmaster’s stress-pain
she was a grandmaster in her icy skull-laked naked saviouress
people peopled jazzy chested chess-games in the open sun
he barfed hairy seizures fit open into a one-cloud mind
leave this holy mind of mine, he mimed
give me back my heart you fool
you loony
give me back my heart, you tune