The Last Time

The Last Time

 

He came in like a plane, he went out like a ‘Goth; 

he said, “This drive could kill kings, call your war of worlds off.”

He was a strong man. His words were long, man.

He was a poet;, the job was for con men.

So spread the ointment, collect your coins, man; 

this world is a big disappointment. 

 

This is the last time I’m gonna write to you 

This is the last time I’m gonna write to you

 

He grabbed his jacket, realized the racket,

said, “It’s my dream, take it back I can’t hack it.

I’m in the board room. I’ll take the flesh wound. 

I bled to death in the executive bathroom.”

 

He was a big shot, a double space-shot, 

an aging junky … armchair astronaut.

You want outta this place, then, you’ll have to crawl, man.

Would you like to make an appointment?

 

This is the last time I’m gonna write to you 

This is the last time I’m gonna write to you

This is the last time I’m gonna write to you

Oh, it’s the last time I’m gonna write

 

Go watch the pigs march down to the car wash; 

they think they’re clean but they’re so full of claw marks. 

Go write the novel. You go grovel. They’ll give you enough, you can pay for your hovel.  

 

It’s the last time I’m gonna write to you 

It’s the last time I’m gonna write to you

This is the last time I’m gonna write to you

This is the last time I’m gonna write to you

 

(Life Underwater Music, 2004)

James O'Brien