EX FILES
Alan Berger
I got a cat that’s dead
I got a girlfriend instead
Now I got a lumpier bed
An abundant woman
Short of brains and bread
She had a song inside her
No one could play
She had a dragon inside her
No one could slay
If the games you played with her
Did not not go her way
She would pick up her marbles
And call it a day
The bills she sent me I would gladly pay
After the tearful thanks
I still could not get her to stay
Sometimes you’re happy just to get what you can
As I realized with her you’re in a foreign land
Bereft of a passport
In either hand
She thinks she’s a fox
Instead of the toilet
She uses a litter box
When she gets sick
I take her to the Vet
Every other day
She throws away her cigarettes
I appreciate the effort
That she tries to replace my pet
Her being a human
Is my only regret
I already know
I never go with the flow
A drastic situation with nowhere to go
In my head town
All roads lead down
All my aims
Turn into reservations
All the motions That I file
Become hesitations at the bottom of the pile
Standing on the corner
Ringing a bell
The gutters and the sewers know me too well
Ringing that bell till end of my time
My love and charm turn on a dime
Did you know I never reap what I sew?
I thought so
Letting it out
When receiving the word
Sounds like the confessions
Of a Cuckoo bird
Steady as a weathervane
Forthright and uptight
In the wind and rain
It was a dark and stormy night
Letting it known
Wherever I am blown
I inhabit a dead zone
Have you ever had
An original thought?
Maybe a bright idea
And I mean something anything well lit
And if so
What did ye do with it?
Been in a million hard fistfights
All of them in my soft head
Not a lover nor a fighter
That’s what she said
May take on an imaginary friend
One that would surely make me sing
But the memory of the past
Is usually better than the present real thing
But then again and again
Here is the thing
Who ever knows?
What the future may bring
So stay far way, close, loose, and tight
Anything is possible
Anything can take flight
Rock with the punches
Roll with the knocks
Where the fuck, did I put that litter box?
Alan Berger’s bio and picture copy from one of the older issues (Thanks)