John McKernan

THE ETERNAL ZIT  

Even the natives  

In Sumatra know my name 

The saxophone knows my name 

The prom dress five days away 

Descending like Hiroshima 

So large so red 

Growing by the hour 

A row of eyes in the pitch-black mirror 

They know my name 

Peering down from the Empire State Building 

Even the lost souls sunbathing 

In their formaldehyde ice cubes in Hell 

Know my name   Chant it even 

When the photos of my face 

Wash up on the west coast of Lethe