Birth of Jerry Holiday

The Birth Of Jerry Holiday

one morning jerry woke up
and found that ambition had snuck in through his window during the
night
so he put on a pair of tattered black shoes
and walked out onto the searing sun sidewalk

he'd sat before the shit shovelers for years
eating everything they threw in his face
because he'd heard the slip of paper he'd receive in the end
was the key to unlocking the doors of xanadu
but when he stepped out into the sea of humanity
he found that there wasn't much demand
for a kid with a degree in analyzing dust

so he got a job as a night watchman
in the library of dead artists and rock stars
worked long hours lonely in the blazing darkness
shaved his head and wore tattered jeans and a t-shirt
and he pierced his ears and his nose and his nipples
and found that he enjoyed saying things like fuck and cunt

he worked job after job with no contentment
he drank with his friends through all the wee hours
spent his mornings hugging toilets
and watching the toilet water ripple with his breath
until he filled it with yellow stomach slime

he discovered an angel who'd been standing at a street corner
he got into her car and they sped to a warehouse
where thunder bass beats boomed love into dancers
and ecstasy girls put ice in the mouths of heat
sucking on pacifiers with wide dreamy eyes
soaking in the vibes open and blissful

jerry and angel danced in spotlight speed feet craziness
blurs on the dance floor spreading and absorbing energy
lust heating up like blood on the stove
boiling over into sexual tension
waves of blue and red through closed eyes
and they made their way to the coat closet on the second floor
where they made dark love among the hanging leather jackets

the morning after they'd left the all-night party
they got in her car and drove against the wind
down a highway lined with jersey walls and evergreens
on their way to the scarlet rising sun
lost in a pine green daydream

she said they could drive to the party at the edge of eternity
but the car overheated and they were stuck beside the road
she walked optimistic towards the muddled horizon
jerry said goodbye sadly and caught a bus home
finding a few days later that his love had died
in a rocket ship crash

he lifted weights and beat on punching bags
walked the streets a missing chess piece
not sure what he was looking for in the violet night
in bars drunk dazed and crazy
chatting with achilles and the other lunatics
screaming in glass breaking anxiousness
and crying his nights away thinking of angel

he stood on a bridge looking at the swirling waters below
put one leg over the rail with a silver tear glistening on his
cheek
then looked back at the neon skyline of the city and laughed
turned around angst filled and walked back home

he threw bottles at tow trucks and sport utility vehicles
yelled at people who tried to walk through him
beat the hell out of men who stung his feelings
kissed beautiful girls in the moonlight

he found desire in a heart attack chick
dropped his happiness in her handbag when she wasn't looking
but she walked away and wouldn't give it back
even though she didn't want it

he tried to drink and smoke his happiness back
broke the shards of himself that remained
and lay staring at the grey ceiling

he strapped himself into a schizophrenic electric chair
lay down in the basement of depression
checked into the hotel of manic fits
sat down in the chemistry class of anxiety
and hid himself under the bell jar

he sat up crying each night in a vacuum
after he left the comfort of his friends
the yellow happiness of the beer drenched bars
smoked grass until he passed out like a melting candle
and woke up in the morning staring at the wall

luck steered him into a club one night
where hurricane jake was spinning magical drum beats
flashing colors and smoke and angry dancers
and desperation led jerry to belt out some punk lyrics
and a new electronic punk band was formed
jerry holiday and the cosmic assassins
with jerry and his wilted ambition at the helm
screaming black and red lyrics into the abyss
with hurricane jake's flaming beats in the background

jerry was drunk now permanently
drunk on ambition and scotch
throwing his guts off the stage in a rabid dog daze
into a puddle that had drizzled in from the human ocean
and he belted out lyrics like a techno preacher
throwing daggers at the sun