45*21

I'm that classic jerk you heard about
I'm built sideways
I love the bugger sugar
Not for real
I challenge my self daily
Knowing I'll know the stars
The sky is a painted dome
any gorilla could paint
The breathing fish at my door
I'm a knob to be twisted
A breathing apparatus
Give me a break you Spartacus
I'm a disaster on a slow ship
in a bathrobe on the mainstay
Give me those sloped thoughts
I'll build a monument to smoke
I'll be the lonely corncob at the end of the night
The electronic display that works as eyebrows
I'll carry the torch of a thousand diminished days
to a silent black out
at the gates of time

for Conrad on his 49th