Incommunicado - Field Report

I’ve been incommunicado for going on three days

And the silence stings staccato around my ears and face

And my hands are cold and shaking

From my latest fall from grace

And I’m ashamed to have to tell you

What I’ve managed to misplace

I could have been in California for coming up now on nine years

But I wouldn’t be here pining for you- I never would have made my way out here

Where Dahmer sings the blues with Liberace as they sip on fifty cent beers

And watch themselves on a tube Hitachi holding hands in a bathroom mirror

When you coming home when you coming home when you coming home?