keys to success sung in an off key

started saving patches off old pajamas
that have images from my youth
so that I can make a crazy quilt cloak
for when the dagger staggers in
poisoning both airs

uprocker's going to read, "Goons of Atreyu"

gonna put Orko with the Phillie Phanatic
in the center, and just off tilt
of the middle of the "P" in his cap
I'm gonna stitch in an ammonite
encased in melted down Bic lighters

the thread will be stolen
from the crust punk's "Crass" patch
and bathed in the ruby pools
under the hippies heart

I will power the generator
that will provide the light
for the room
in which the cloak will be made
on the shared charisma
from the hip side of town-

that has the lights
like fucking Europe
and the peacocks are on steroids
sipping whatever coffee isn't Starbucks
but the owner is just as fucking smug
and the deejays certainly must be killed
because getting that kind of pussy ain't right
to the poets who over romanticize it
but write the seizure to it's day

probably wont ever even wear the thing
but by the time I throw everything I have
at trying to understand what that cloak needs
to make me disappear completely
I will, should I decide to turn around
be able to sell some dumb shit
with my art