The Light In Things

From a prompt in a poetry writing group I missed the deadline for

I delight in their luminosity
Between the cracks and inside the boxes
judicial intrusion into the autonomy 
of a co-equal department
A facet of the things 
That drive men to buy rings 
Lounging in incandescence 
Delight in the light in things 
N stuff like that 
The waves within the widgets 
N stuff like that 
I like stuff as much as the next cream puff
But if you think I’m gonna go chase the thunder 
In the buff 
You got another thing coming
I be bluffin’  
Some fine chord strumming 
Them fancy chords all jazzy 
Snazzy as a lassie gettin’ classy wit it and at 
Is that yours? no! whose is it?
That’s me, a creature void of form 
but full of fat
N stuff like that 
Full of fat 
N stuff like that 

We wander this house through the cavernous caves 
Carved from the dreams of our grand parents wings
These angels they wanted for their progeny to be paraded 
And peppered with offers from the finest of ivy leagues
Yes I was born with a silver foot in my mouth
Always heading south towards a disaster
Always heading south can’t find what we’re after 
Can’t communicate above the barking and the laughter 
Always heading south 
Cuss words in my mouth 
Towards a disaster, always

But disasters don’t mean anything special to them 
What’s been crushed neath weight of the hate and expectations 
Catastrophe don’t sell as well as it used to 
Now it’s all a mind trip 
A double dip of homicide and patrimony  
Family ties and fried bologna 
You can’t fake the phony 
Cuz phony is the only pure thing left 
Of the 20th century 
So don’t push me towards some new sensation
I got all I need with Al Green & Ricardo Montalban
Fine Corinthian leather take me to the River 
And a radio station 
I got all I need 
On the radio 
Late at night 
When the moon is marooned 
And the dark is a moron 
Puking with laughter 
Turn the radio on
And listen to the disaster 
Delight in things 
Delight in the light in things in the light 
Things worth seeing knowing and living 
The light in things are things worth giving 
You must admit it is delightful, is it not? 

Originally recorded by Montẽlbone & The Manwiches  1971 
Released on Juejeland Records Sep 1977