In Transit
FRIESEM, RICKY
In Transit Time to leave this Milkshake Land. Smooth, rich and yummy Home of padded rugs And Muzak-coated silence Where lawns are green And streets are clean And empty. "Fasten your seat...
...Fasten your seat belts please And straighten your seats...
...Coffee or tea...
...Fasten your seat belts please...
...Coffee or tea...
...Handshake or fist...
...We'll be landing at Ben Gurion Airport In five minutes...
...Why...
...Passion or peanut butter...
...Where you have a nice day And curb your dog And promenade your baby Along the empty street Past rows of houses Uniformly neat...
...RICKY FRIESEM...
...I choose home And the inevitable...
...Logic or madness...
...Baseball or bullets...
...What to choose...
...Chicken or beef...
...Civility or insanity...
...In Transit Time to leave this Milkshake Land...
...Green lawns or sand...
...Wouldyou like chicken or beef...
...Past or future...
...Life or death...
...Red wine or white...
Vol. 27 • August 2002 • No. 4
