I was off the hook when I dialed it in,
\nwhen this blue moon face
\ntold me to head ‘er.
\nAn action film at the Ridge where
\nI hit the curb on a righthand turn,
\nI’m not in my body today, babe.
\nToo many hours unsticking pages
\nin the old man’s ‘zines.
\nYeah, yeah, I blame it on too much protein.
\nSo, I go for late night carbs at
\nAnna Miller’s where I pull
\non my beard, straining from bacon to, “What if..
\nI’d’ve given in to cigarettes?”
\nBut they don’t look right on me,
\nlike tatoos. Like tight pants.
\nLess James Dean, more Jimmy.
\nDamn them pigs!
\nWith guns! With intentions!
\nThere’s a scientist somewhere that says
\nthe missing link may be swine.
\nThinking of you, babe, with you’re too much sun.
\nA crispy, burned belly and boobs.
\nA lot of bright, brown faces here pull me from my theories,
\nsimultaneously making my mouth water, my stomach bleed.
\nSmoking bodies. Sizzling bodies.
\nRotisserie bodies.
\nNo cure for me, babe.
\nMy head between two shanks,
\naddicted to the briny aroma.
\nLooking for the pink, throwing to the coals
\npulling for the pork, covering with dirt.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was off the hook when I dialed it in, when this blue moon face told me to head ‘er. An action film at the Ridge where I hit the curb on a righthand turn, I’m not in my body today, babe. Too many hours unsticking pages in the old man’s ‘zines. Yeah, yeah, I … Continue reading B’luau<\/span>