Thinned Air

Ooh-ma something is picking up.
Never in all of my everydays has my step bounced as it does right now and I ain’t gonna let it stop. Last year this time something white-noisy had my dial jammed up, all stuck, cellular phantoms ping-ponging my brain waves, internet jukeboxing my eardrums from outer space to pocket-piece machines custom fit to every hole in my head.
Ooh-ma today I am hanging up on the TV towers and phone wires’ tranquilizing lullabies, disconnecting the line, stepping my bounce to the la-la-la-laing drugging my mind…
…give me some more…
Ooh-ma something picked me up, something whistled through the smiling teeth of the shoe-shiners, hummed from the back of the bus to the vagrants at the stops, la-la-la-laing hooch-drunk toothless gums to a new kind of placated numbness…
Zoom zoom zoom zoom!
Starving Former-Retiree Sweating Outside of Plasma-Donation Center: “Hey what’s that tune you’re singing?”
“No matter the name just boom boom boom boom it yourself. Give it a try!”
Zing zing zing zing worries are fading away, spirits lifting like trapped helium, shout it out now everybody with a body ooh-ma that thing and sing along…

Drooling Man with Infected Fillings Collecting Aluminum Cans in a Shopping Cart: “Last year this time, I had a Cadillac…”

Three Hundred Pound Diabetic Single Mother of Four: “Last year this time, I had some money…”

Forgettable Foreign Man of Unknown Nationality Working Eighty Hours This Week at Two Fast Food Restaurants for Minimum Wage: “Last year this time, I was in the door…”

Aging Hipster Chain Smoking in Salvation Army Suit and $100 Ironic Throwback Fedora: “Give me some more!”

One Armed Man in Rags Bumming Change for a Coffee: “Last year this time, I had a Cadillac...”

Emaciated Methamphetamine Addict of Indistinguishable Sex: “Last year this time, I had some money…”

Unbelievably Exhausted Former Prostitute Pulling Ancient Fag Ends from an Ashtray: “Last year this time, I was in the door…”

Now Everybody: “Zoom boom zing la-la la-la la la-la-la!”

No need to question the origins of the tune it’s like you wrote it yourself la-la la-la la la-la-la Don’t worry you about their Cadillacs and money and the home of your honey they’re all just singing like la-la la-la la la-la-la We’ll handle those suspicious satellites and ethereal electric screaming just keep your ears peeled for la-la la-la la la-la-la All the dejected masses of the Earth zooming booming zinging into fucking stupid oblivion la-la la-la la la-la-la.