July 11, 2008

the promise

a port, the pier, no pipers
the promise, unfulfilled
and peter, where is him?

put your mind at ease
train the body, excel
look good, be hot

the billboards shout it all
all the time, and you get those in your cell phones too
pass me the salt, then the pepper, and a scalpel

if we are already under mass hypnosis
why don't we just have fun?
no salt, give me some beer

climb in your car and drive to the other part of town
find peter and that crazy party of his
and let's dance, dance, dance

chantal robbins (Baltimore, MD, 1985)