calling dr. jack when i was young & spoke of pain what i really mean was angst the wharf rat that gnaws at the soul nibbles on the mental balls now well along the road to oblivion the word has taken on a whole new meaning pain is the way my back feels right now it had nothing to do with my hollow heart or lost expectations at final consideration pain comes naturally with age & not because something is wearing out no pain's the buffer that makes the transition easier when it's time to trade this side of the dirt for the other the way i feel right now i need a michigan phone directory & the address of a good graveyard but before that a good week of communion with my old friends mssrs beam & daniels & johnny walker fuck augie busch can come too if he wants we'll walk the bottom & shout BOOM at swamp rabbits & wait for the faint tapping of destiny at the door let him him let the party begin drink eat smoke & fuck on the long ride down til it's all a dream played out on the back of eyelids held in place by rubber cement & tomorrow is a pain-free illusion wrapped around the doorpost of nowhere