Soft-Serve Ice-Cream and the End of the World
by Joe Dickinson
oh, my darling,
i’m coming to find you
in the shadow of the next snowfall.
under deep disguise
i’ll claw my way
into the depths of the captain’s hall.
have you ever heard of dynamo?
well i’m his right hand man.
i helped him out of alcatraz,
and i’ll help him do it again.
the forest floor is my new home.
i’m living in the monkey quarter.
shipwrecked on an abandoned ship
better go call her.
she left me standing in a lifeboat,
but she wanted me to die.
i came to eat something,
guess i’ll just have to eat this pie.
stupid is as stupid does,
or so the riddle goes.
throw down said mr. jim,
it’s time to see what you’re made of boy,
cotton or stone.
are you all alone?
‘cause i have fifteen mystics at my home.
and my home is a dome.
in that case take me to rome.
college bound and educated,
a worthwhile trap in the mouse.
she caught the backwind of someone’s shot,
it left her trapped in the house.
i heard a juggler once,
say he had a million friends.
i told him he should go ride a horse,
and then go count again.
miss daisy is an outlaw, she’s known it from the start.
one day she’ll blackmail me, the next she’ll take my heart.
the footstool is broken, better climb aboard my calf.
the trailer house is shakin, better tell shakira to settle down.
old man, old women, old horses, old sheep,
where is everything when you need them?
young love can rule you, for thirty bajillion years,
young love can leave you on the doorstep, face covered in tears.
i called your mom today, just to see how she was.
she didn’t have much to say, i’m not saying mister muzz.
take the kids to the corner and show them how to sing.
or just sit here in the house, and don’t do anything.
sounds fine to me, but isn’t this a drag.
to be all alone in a millionaire’s house, covered up by a bag.
hit the floor.
send me more.
vapor door.
the door is so full of mud it’s stuck in the water.
jamie’s keychain got stuck in the flood.
Copyright 2005 Joe Dickinson