Inflatable Ape, Part 1

Once upon a moderate Father's day
They shoved a microphone inside me
And they said dream
And they said make
Boy was my face red when it went fake

I am covered in glistening chicken fat
On my mother's bedspread
Dreaming drawbridge openings
Trying in vain to explain
All this regret to myself

Would that I could gently hover
Above it all like banana leaves
The birds shall give their shrill salute
As you scatter my remains
You are walking in India
You are walking and I am
In the next life reincarnated as an inflatable ape on the roof of a car dealership

Sent a poem through a drive through bank teller tube
Written in some ancient alphabet
It said: just because you're thinking about killing yourself
Doesn't mean you're really thinking about killing yourself
The teller sent back my receipt

And then I heard you shouting out to me
From deep inside of a museum
In the middle of an earthquake
Artefacts break all around you

Would that I could go in the garage and shut the door
Would that you would not have to worry any more
Over your head the planes descend
You set a stone upon my grave
You are walking in India
You are walking and I am
In the next life reincarnated as an inflatable ape on the roof of a car dealership