They Come

Who are they? They come through the radio, and they do not leave. They cut through the soft of the brain. Neurons misfire in a thousand tiny strobes: nonsense.

Who comes through the radio? Howard Stern? The Eagles? Big Brother and the Holding Company? If they come through the radio, turn off the radio.

They ride the waves. The waves are there whether the radio is on or not. Who are they? They sound like a can of bees, dripping honey made from tupelo blossoms.

First of all, bees don't come in cans, peas do. Secondly, honey is bee-vomit. Are they Van Morrison? Listen to the radio and tell me who they are.