some songs have no words

some songs have no words

some have no name

jojo crafts walls of them pieces tumult

and clamor scores backdrops for blasts

some girls have no songs

no récipes no instructions

we have to sob tons find charmwords

to spread it on fawn cajole woo them 

in the midnight hour for sure

it´s every teenager burden and call

precisely were you 18

when dawn found you on the stairs

of the fire-escape in back of the house

-waiting on the sunrise you said- then

she held you least you´d fall or worst

and the day turned blindingly sunny 

next she gave herself away helpless

and you were in the snare caught

and hardup to fuck the girl in question

who absently said any ol´song was just

fine and the verse was as good as it gets

the blanks were blown and revealed

meaninglessness...their worth  _zero

and you entered that instant ethos

colored fulfilling the promise of flesh

neon signs at rest now buses parade

and you longed for her at midday

covered with detritus of sex

emotions alone

and awake with a notion of something

amiss amidst thunder outbursts

your brain crashes the walls

rocks hurl into the sun

invaders of the heart fly the breeze

the dub bass reverb resets your head

a factory yard the lane leading to it

the gate you shake your head 2015

times and times with no end await

the solder kit to frame dissonant

refrains clangor roarwaves

for the trashers the sailors the clerks

masons atomizer in hand get an earful

of noise sounds from circuit bending

jojo knows this how to score best