BLU at Poetry Scores reading: Wednesday, June 13th

A blog about a blog about a reading happening soon? Yep. See Chris King's description of the upcoming Poetry Scores event at THE ROYALE on Wednesday, June 13th I've been writing and I'll be reading some of that new work...and drinking some of the fine beer selections offered at THE ROYALE I might read this piece for a goof, and because it reminds me of a night when I was working at a pub with Robert Goetz, who might be able to come up with a guitar riff or two to dress it up...and we used to record and do late-night radio together, too, so this will be somewhat of a reunion.

 911 CHANGED EVERYTHING
She’s as dumb as a mud fence.
She’s as dumb as a mud fence.
Boy, you gotta head like a windsock.
Boy, you gotta head like a windsock.
Ellie Mae, you’re showin’ more meat than a butcher’s winda.
Ellie Mae, you’re showin’ more meat than a butcher’s winda.
I can’t hit the bottom, but I can bang the hell outta the sides.
I can’t hit the bottom, but I can bang the hell outta the sides.
Damn, Jesse, putta jimmy on it!
Damn, Jesse, putta jimmy on it!
Aunt Bea, I gotta rash.
Aunt Bea, I gotta rash.
Your corksa bobbin’, Andy.
Your corksa bobbin’, Andy.
Granny! Your possum stew smells mighty fine.
Granny! Your possum stew smells mighty fine.
Jenkins gotta new perp in his ride, say his name is E. Pluribus Cunningham.
Jenkins gotta new perp in his ride, say his name is E. Pluribus Cunningham.
Boy, you gotta head like a windsock. Boy, you gotta head like a windsock.
 Lemme tell ya: It’s rainin’ canines and felines out here, folks! Heh Heh Heh.
Lemme tell ya: It’s rainin’ canines and felines out here, folks! Heh heh heh.
That’s all, Your Honor.