Sleep Standing Up

Busdriver And Radioinactve:

We are here

You are there

We are weird

We pull hair and shed our skin

Don’t let us in the evil lair

We are here

Now we’re there

This is a broken dream

A smoke screen for baseball teams who use facial creams

In case you’ve seen this movie trailer

What do you mail your new free jailbirds? Cigarettes

Tylenol

Cup-of-noodles

Pornography

Malcolm X’s biography

A new ski mask for the robbery

And a photo copy of a groupie’s ass

Busdriver And Radioinactve:

When we sleep standing-up

Bed-frame shoes

Head-board hats

Pillow earmuffs

Bed-sheet shirts

When we sleep standing-up

Up-side down in a cave wearing pants made from dream fabric woven from a jean-jacket worn by Christ

Orange-lime slice

Pork-fried rice

I have courtside seats

Of course I sleep where I want

And I talk in the rarest font

Share a croissant with your American aunt

Get married in a mosque and get buried in a box

And that’s it

Your life’s over

Comeback as my blind chauffeur

I offer to a kind ogre and an Ayatollah this diet-soda from Oklahoma

Heretic Mork and Mindy

American Indian carries oblivion

In the back pocket of every bohemian is a museum where bitter comedians litter the stadium with one-liner paper airplanes taping their names