Dan’s Bass Factory

….. 1 minute ago I felt like I had something to do..something important, less significant but important..oh wait! silly me…there’s someone at the door, and i was suppose to get that. I looked and listen, stared and glanced, but the mirror is broken and i can’t quite get a picture. Yesterday my two yellow needles made it’s way to the arteries, never thought it’d get there so fast. Why is the sky looking so dull?..is it september already?..Maybe i’ve got my months mixed up, or maybe the months got me mixed up..maybe mixed up got me and the months…

Somtimes i hear the doorbell in my head, or is there really someone there?..I walked to the kitchen and picked up a smell, nothing cooking or baking, just some tiny little dwarfs drying the leaves..why is the window painted in black? how am i suppose to look outside..oh damn, my hands are bleeding again. Maybe it;s not my blood..then whose is it? I can’t wash it off..they appear to be a little stickier than I felt it was. Time isn’t on my side, nor is favor from up there..is somebody answering the door yet?…

I picked something that looked like metal strings attached on a piece of wood..i wonder why i went back into the hot hot mechanical sunflower…is there a way to give my voice a little more life? perhaps the boy across the street can tell how to get to another mosquito farm, or perhaps he could just tell me if there’s somebody actually messing with my inner brain.

when i was just fooling around…nobody saw what was coming, or did they? hmm…something sounds odd and its not me or my stomach…i think i was suppose to get the door or something like that..my telephone wire curled around me and like a python, it made hungry hissing noises..are u hungry little snake?..perhaps u’d like a snack? there;s nothing i can make..except a couple of round red cherry muffin cake… if i had some cherry…or if i had a cake..i think i’d have to hurry..or i’ll get swallowed by the snake.

oh the door! the door! the door!..someone;s at the door!…who is at the door? i do not know for sure! what isthe old man’s name staying next to the black and red road?..i’m not too sure…but i think it’s something like joe or bo…maybe moe or doe and rubba rubba doo doo dap…a rubba rubba do doo dap…and a ching, ka ching, ka ching..some of it green and some of it pink..hmmm..what weird colors..i think i’ll sing another song, play another key, smoke a cigarrette, until someone lets me in.

Have u heard of the blue bass boy?,

he paints a day in his mind,

finds a penny,a dollar, a dime,

kicks the ball right over the hill,

and loses a mile in every nile.

Have u heard of the blue bass boy?

sings a song in the paddy fields,

walks along  among the black tree hills,

kills a bird with a thousand stones,

only to find nothing but skeleton bones.

Have you heard of the blue bass boy?

wipes his nose with two white leaves,

counts the hours before he sleeps,

under a sheet of yellow small twigs,

waiting for the lovely sounding black pair of beads.

Have you heard of the blue bass boy?

hits a note and calls it a groove,

plays a lick that blew the roof,

met a girl named after god,

and never looked back, not even a thought.