A Song of Joy!, by Bingo Lemondust

[Eric Alan Weinstein]

Whatever breaks from stasis
radiant or dark on its sliding way
impending doom sucks (have a banana)
and yea I'm happy

Where is probity in this
the slither-frisk to lotterys of Opiated gum
weep wounds into the edge of 
oblivion, drinking lite-beer (have a beer, hava)
and yea I'm bursting with joy

Perhaps if I lay down, my
culture will come better or refund me
the East-German plastic bag
pulled over the head of a walrus-boy
pure liquid sit-com (enjoying the fruit, are ya?)
and yea I'm happy

How earnestly the swimmer dives 
for doughnuts in the tenured drains
The palor of his astoroid trajectory 
through glitter nebulae
How easy to come out, but how do I
get ( a beer, get one)
a seven octave, ten cigar smile
and be bursting with Joy

Now it seems I am not sad enough
amourous  discourse in suburban pith
Keepers and Nuts  no wonder you fell from
grace into my hothouse grapes and  
published o published o o o lucrative contract
the virus of love
(do the hooky-pokie)
and get happy as heck

D Levy, L Murray, Jeremy Reed, EAW and Bingo


Eric Alan Weinstein
Centre For English Studies
University Of London
E.A.Weinstein at qmw.ac.uk