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sancta maria mater berti
bertus in aetaernam
domine sesame benedictus qui
venit in nomine piu berti
agnus sesame et tibi redetur votum
in bert state collegium bert
who was it brought this being
of beauty to Earth
it must have been Holy Mary
she's done it once before
the world is full of love
with this paragon on Earth
all thanks to Holy Mary
Mother of Bert
it was 1981
I sat in front of the boob tube
with my laser ray gun
Batman Underoos on
and I sponged
when suddenly on the screen
there appeared a prophet
amphibious and green
and thin, the Muppet's mandarin
you know who I mean
and Kermit said
with a grin across his oblong head
that the color of the world
is starting to be too gray
and now we begin
all you gotta do is tune in
and we'll show you every day can be
a heliocentric day
he was a little guy
with a shock of black hair
locked on his head
a conic comic with a dry sarcastic wit
he lived with Ernie in a tidy flat
with real good hygiene
one look at his striped pullover
I knew he was the shit
rattling off the numbers
and the letters of the day
he'd show me things I did not ever know
started with the letter P
and every day we'd take a magical trip
to a fabulous educational environment
a banana distribution center
or a box factory
who was it brought this being
of beauty to Earth
it must have been Holy Mary
she's done it once before
the world is full of love
with this paragon on Earth
all thanks to Holy Mary
Mother of Bert
well, we don't live on Sesame Street
we live on College Avenue
there's a lot less friendly giant birds
living in our civilization
there's drunks and freaks and crack babies
and country line dancing too
there's robbery and ribaldry
and public urination
we don't exactly live in an age of harmony
but now and then we put our faith
in something wholesome, just and chaste
that thing is B-E-R-T, Bert!
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Pan in Love
04:52
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dimming bulbs and candles cut to air
are betrayed
by our luminescent affection
embers fade on this jungle floor we share
love stays flamed
by wine-sweet introspection
a comic scene, his goat hair disarrayed
he brays proudly as he carts off
his newfound love maid
but I swear this is not just another satyr
she turns into swamp reeds at his feet
but Pan plays
sweetness cuts knifelike
through the bog
he shapes music from her sad defeat
and Pan plays
Pan in love, Pan in love
he'll go no more a-rovin'
two am and Pan is in love
his poor goat heart's been cloven
moonlight falls
on the Peloponnesian plains
that evolve and revolve
in my own fertile brain
by your eyes I know
you know what I know
I don't need anything
but my forest
and my music and you
and sometimes
I can lay in the flower garden
and ignore the thorns
and ignore my horns
and enjoy the bamboo
Pan in love, Pan in love
his panic pipes are muted
satyr sings his first true song
his heart's so deeply rooted
in the past it's just been wrong
romance so convoluted
Pan in love, goat-man in love
this time time will not dilute it
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Spleen
04:03
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she asked if she could have my heart
I said I've only got one
and I don't think it comes apart
I need it, a man can't live with none
she asked if she could have my hand
I laughed and said I've only got two
and anyway you know that I'm a man
such a big hairy hand
would look pretty stupid on you
and where would you put it?
but I have something I can give you
I'd give you my hand and my heart
and my stomach
and everything in between
of course I could give you
flowers or candy
or Hallmark cards with pictures
of kittens saying I miss you
but if you're set on this internal organ thing
you can have my spleen
do you think I'm unromantic?
a man's got to do what a man's got to do
and this man's got to prove his love to you
I'm just being practical
but you only love me when I'm eloquent
or when I buy you jewelry
you'd accept a coat
made out of hundreds
of flea-bitten rodents
but you won't take a deadbeat organ
from the guy who massaged your feet
and did your laundry
I love you all over my body
that includes my heart
that includes my hand
that includes my spleen
but I have something I can give you
I'd give you my hand and my heart
and my stomach and everything in between
of course I could give you flowers
or "Pastor of Muppets"
or Hallmark cards with pictures
of kittens saying I miss you
but if you're set on this internal organ thing
you can have my spleen
sister, you can have my spleen
but leave my pancreas alone
and leave my colon alone
but you can have my semi-colon
maybe an elbow or a thumb
or a nipple or three
if I come apart for everyone
you'll be the one
who gets my spleen
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Fedora Borealis
05:48
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I wanted to write something
for the dancing girls
for the dark pool halls and speakeasies
they wish constituted their world
and throw some light
on their noir ambitions
of never-ending bolero twirl
it's a fedora borealis
acoustic bass in the face
of sorority techno-pseudo grace
and a Dorseyan beat
to get the swingers
and flappers and steppers
to pillage the place
a renewal of square roots
long left in Grandpa's suits
in short let me paraphrase
it's a fedora borealis
it's a fedora, fedora borealis
don your hat on your coiffure and quaff
from your crystal chalice
it's time to come out of your chrysalis
somewhere inside
I don't know which subcutaneous layer
Dick Tracy sleuths inside my muscles
possessing me to swing with flair
and Cab sits on one shoulder
whispering nonsense in my ear
while the Abercrombie carbon zombies
grab themselves another shitty beer
now if you need a life
like the other remoras
jump in your Acura
or your Ford Explor-a
drive on down Ventura
and on past Glocomorra
to a little beach town
reminiscent of Gomorrah
shop for velour-a or sweaters angora
head over the hill at the light of aurora
and there you will find
a great big giant plethora
of guys like you lit up like a menorah
with their boxes
so clearly labelled Pandora
a warning they all so plainly ignore-a
and if you need to find us
just look under our fedoras
it's a fedora, fedora borealis
don your hat on your coiffure and quaff
from your crystal chalice
it's time to come out of your chrysalis
somewhere inside
I don't know which subcutaneous layer
Dick Tracy sleuths inside my muscles
possessing me to swing with flair
and Cab sits on one shoulder
whispering nonsense in my ear
while the Abercrombie carbon zombies
grab themselves another shitty beer
we don't got no trumpet
we don't got no sax
we don't got no Kahlua
White Russians or Tan & Blacks
there's no background of brass
or ocean of alcohol
staining our pearly white slacks
but we got all we need to swing
a viola, a triola and all the machismo
five coffeeshop poets can bring
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Dr. Molly
04:39
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sunrise on the convex lens
on Dr. Molly Mathus
sitting slack-jawed still
as the stars decline to shine
just an inky blackness on the sky
and on Dr. Molly Mathus
when you're life's astro-dependent
your stars cannot disappear
trust in those stars unless they lie
about their very existence
truth is most often warped
by truly blind resistance
she saw
the stars weren't there anymore
no longer science's whore
slave no more
but Molly went to college
and Molly studied hard
and Molly peered through telescopes
while crouched in her backyard
and Molly measured proudly
the canopy of the sky
but when her lenses broke
she had to kiss her life goodbye
I said believe, Molly said she can't
I said pretend, Molly was adamant
Molly did not want
to be an astro-hierophant
hey Molly, hey Molly
hey Molly, hey Molly
measure sky, measure love
measure truth, measure God
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Pi
03:20
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This Pool
03:21
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this pool is not deep enough for me
this pool is not dark enough for me
I can see all the way
to the bottom
I can stand there
and still breathe through my nose
this pool is a little too clean for me
this pool has a filter
too large and blinding
nothing but clear water gets through
chlorinated genocide
of the slightest bit of flavor
I want my head
to go under the surface
I want the lifeguards
to have to get nervous
I want to drown in the mystery
if I then develop gills, let me be
this pool is very nice to look at
this pool has well-tiled walls
but once you're in
for your well-needed swim
you can't go anywhere new
this pool traps you
I want to swim in the dark
with no innertube
I want to leap in the abyss
from the highest board
I want the cold water to energize me
so much that I want to stay in forever
I want my head
to go under the surface
I want the lifeguards
to have to get nervous
I want to drown in the mystery
if I then develop gills, let me be forever
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Valediction
04:35
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staring at the water he spoke aloud
I am an engineer so tell me how
I design this river still
that turns this wheel
that runs this mill
and generates the village power
which we squander as we will
when I've never been in the water
musing on the hearts he'd reconciled
content to be the friend
with a mouth of guile
to pretend that I'm not moved
to step in when someone handsome brute
has torn his seraph's love to shreds
yet I counsel irresolute
for I'm just afraid of being a lover
this boy couldn't do what he was told
for he could see the fault in the ways of old
so instead he perfected
the hand-me-down attitudes
and sent chagrin up the line
with the family dues
took no comfort in adolescence
saw his peers' rebellion coalesce
into conformity
so he blazed a straight route
and lost friends
to a point both moot and mute
he skipped a stone and watched it go
involuntarily analyzing its parabolic path
and he whispered through clenched teeth
why must I always do the math?
frustrated reflexes tend to answer
our dilemmas for us
and with a determination
that made the hair on his skin
stand tall and thin
he jumped in
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The Diner, 3am
02:53
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the waiter clears the dirty dishes
but he can't clear my mind
it's stained with specks of you
erasing all
you've left behind
is impossible to do
you left your shadow in my eye
my cornea glows hot with your shape
on all things seen your silhouette
prevents my cardial escape
what's left of you
impressions are sketching
a poor substitute, perhaps
but ultimately
the doppelganger
is more satisfying
I can love you
when you're not tarnished
by your tangibility
why won't you wisp away
my other dreams
erode to sand
become corporeal again
when youth, untruth, vermouth are gone
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Dear Diver
09:36
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dear diver, you up there
making that perfect arc
and splashing down to a depth
no greater than eight feet
then spiraling back to the surface
amidst rumbling applause
and the judges' nines and tens
to you dear diver, dear diver
I'm sending this latest letter
scrolled up in a bubble, air-mail
stamped with a sigh
and blown up to your heels
I plead again down here in my post office
thirty feet beneath you
where the shades of crystal blue
have darkened through
layers of cerulean
azure and indigo, now faded to black
you can't quite make out my figure
when looking down from fluorescent lights
of the natatorium into this abyss
and maybe you assume
that water and concrete
is all that lies and lurks below
and never knowing
that staring into the lights I spy you
down where darkness prevails
for I know your silhouette so well
burned in chlorine upon my eyes
while watching your toes
and silently breathing
every ripple you receive
and still I hold this breath
inside my aching lungs
each day you practice
a hundred times you come diving
break the surface
molecules dance and twist
and I hear waves
rumble upon my office door
I rush to the window
and glance you swimming horizontal
at the bottom of your turn
arcing upwards
towards freedom and oxygen
out of my grasp
a hundred times you play this game
perfecting your moves
and being immersed in water
I cry not tears but air
a thousand silver pebbles
that rise and collect on the ceiling
and when there are enough
I type another letter and carefully slide it
into the aggregate bubble now formed
open the window and watch my affections
float upwards as I am mailing you now
as I am mailing you now
and if this letter reaches you
and if you have read this far
I implore you once more
to breathe all the way out
for the air in your lungs will keep you
from reaching the very bottom
with your chest collapsed
just pull your head in
and let gravity take its course
and upon your arrival
put your arms out
and reach for my hands
bring your lips to mine
and sealing the passage
with a kiss give you my air
pause for inverted
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
and then you can return to the surface
my body's breath pulling you skyward
pulling you skyward
if you could fill this request
just this one dive, one elongated arc
I promise to stop sending
these wistful pockets of air
and calm the turbulent waters
of your favorite pool
so every future dive you make
will be smooth and fluid
these waters will catch you
withhold their splash
and then return you to the surface
safe and sound
so please I beg you answer this letter
and come to see me just this once
for I don't think
that I can hold my breath forever
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last night I had a dream
same one I always have
about the final days
four horsemen fill the sky
with clouds of pestilence
but somehow I'm okay
Ragnarachmaninov
Ragnarachmaninov
Sergei knew what he was doing
with one touch of golden hands
he could illustrate
ambrosia for your ears
so I face my cataclysmic fears
with legato notes and chardonnay
hedonism soothes the pain
of the judgement day
and when the sea turns into blood
and when my body turns back to mud
and when the sky comes crashing down
and when theomachy splits the ground
and when God comes for me
as I am sure he will
I'll say at least I knew what was good
when I heard it
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here's a proof that a college
of communication majors
we are certainly not
because when that someone at a distance
lines up eyes just for an instant
we start to ponder on what we haven't got
now you assume there exists
in your circles of interest
counterpart souls
with which to spend your time
but to break the ice and melt the hearts
without receiving glares of heat
and hearts broken like ice
can take you lifetimes to master
like refrigerator magnets
yet frigid and unattractive
we pass by mute and lock jawed
hoping that the perfect glance
will act as catalyst
because else we have to dance
the 'hello, etcetera'
'hello, etcetera'
but once in a while
that particular smile
propels us to move to action
so you borrow courage and luck
on credit from your gut
and locomote to your object of affection
but with stress burning your face
the truth gets replaced
by a catchy catchphrase aimed to hit home
a simple remark free of insight or spark
and suddenly your stomach
comes back up for that loan
you sputter pick-up lines
and then think of dozens better
as your ego trips over
its own lower-case letters
damned to the jitterbug of one
you won't two-step up to 'hello etcetera'
so left there alone
with a hope stripped to bone
and the person you really are
left completely unheard
we chalk up this near-miss
to timing we insist
and restart the pattern
same mistake with different words
like refrigerator magnets
yet frigid and unattractive
we pass by mute and lock jawed
hoping that the perfect glance
will act as catalyst
because else we have to dance
the 'hello, etcetera'
'hello, etcetera'
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I like you, you like me
why pretend we're in a nunnery
if frogs and pigs can make whoopee
why can't we, why can't I for free
that's the deepest thing I'll ever say
that's okay, wit don't pay anyway
just give me money and I'll be fine
give me remoras to wine and dine off me
I have a band, our name is Bert
we own a van, our egos hurt
because our songs
eight minutes long
are viewed as wrong
by the brain-deadened throng
if we ever played on the MTV
they'd shorten the songs
and cut the words like 'acromegaly'
because teenage girls only scream
over idols with less noble dreams
we're mainstream!
and the little girls sing
I like any old type of song
as long as it's not more
than three minutes long
as long as it's in pop chord major
with no flat fifths
as long as there's no seven-eight
or five-four riffs
as long as the lyrics
don't require any thought
as long as they look
at me when they sing
and my girlfriends think they're hot
as long as it's white boys rapping
or electronic noise
as long as they're in their 30s
but Teen Beat still calls them boys
mainstream!
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the moon is pared to a crescent
which shines down
on these convalescents
serves as a source of light
and an excuse for lunacy
at least that's the theory proffered
by a nursing staff
who can't quite explain
how an octogenarian
demon named Walter
can claim a wheelchair
as his hellish domain
Walter Geist, Walter Geist
age can turn on you
here comes Ethel wielding her rosary
while Melvin cowers behind a TV guide
and Thelma's feet dangle
from two fresh holes in the wall
the price paid for taking a ride
and the wheelchair spins in a donut
and Walter's voice sepulchrally intones
'have a seat, I'll drive you
to the dining room
but it's I who will feast on your bones'
Walter Geist, Walter Geist
age can turn on you
there were promises of peace and rest
after decades of labor and giving their best
now the bingo games are ruined
and the hairdresser quit
and you can't even sit
and have a lousy piece of pecan pie
so they all wrote letters
to their congressmen
asking for help
but when they tried to explain
no one believed it, they wrote it off
as products of atrophied senile brains
so they took out an ad
in the large-print Reader's Digest
and a 100-year-old subscriber in Idaho
who was an ex-martial arts
trainer named Agnes
grabbed her cane and yelled
'this chair's ass is toast'
Walter Geist, Walter Geist
age can turn on you
she hopped a Greyhound
and sped to the nursing home
and found Walter lying prostrate on his side
with the spokes of the wheels
whittled down to blades
about to commit centenarian-cide
Agnes let out a screen like a vulture
and flung herself through the air
balanced on her stick
she was headed for the blades
and would have surely been pureed
if her thinking had not been so quick
she jammed her cane into
the wheelchair's blade-spokes
and prayed that the sturdy wood would hold
it locked up the wheels
and thus catapulted Walter
out the window and into the cold
(and this might be
an opportune time to mention
that the nursing home was located
on the 87th floor of a skyscraper complex)
Walter Geist, Walter Geist
age can turn on you
the wheelchair was broken
and thus Walter exorcised
and the patients then returned
to their otherwise humdrum lives
except now they all take classes
in ju jitsu and kung fu
taught by Agnes who stops by
every afternoon at two
the TV Guides were traded in
for back issues of the Black Belt Times
and the craft groups gave up doilies
to make nunchucks, katanas and sais
and everyone sleeps much better
underneath the crescent moon
knowing that they're safe
from the wheelchair of Walter Geist
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