Cluster Subs

Vietnam, back in the good old days
you could almost hear the atom bombs
I’ve suddenly been cut to pieces
voices from the stereo are on the line, and the cities blossoming for all
mankind
daydreamer, riding the train out to see your sister at mount holyoke
I’ve suddenly been shot to ribbons
lining up to hear them play fleur de lis, and that old sensation coming over me
you can namaste all you bloody want to
you can curse my name all you bloody want to i don’t care
there’s a sun in the middle that cannot fall
there’s a child in the theatre who’s unaware that our subs are out in the gulf,
their airtight hatches are shut.
letterman, aint it a shame that now we should say our goodbye?
I’ve suddenly been shot to ribbons