Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)



Well it’s Ninth and Hennepin
All the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon’s teeth marks are on the sky
Like a tarp thrown all over this
And the broken umbrellas like dead birds
And the steam comes out of the grill
— Tom Waits, 9th & Hennepin

Two strawberries

Uncle Phil can’t live without his pills
He has emphysema and he’s almost blind
And we must find out where the money is
Get it now before he loses his mind
— Tom Waits, Cemetery Polka