when the excitement of creation
became nothing more than clock-punching
to create the next psychedelic pop song
that would be acceptable
to both teenagers and radio
he became the rock-and-roll
version of Bartleby The Scrivener
where he would show up at concerts
and mainstream TV shows,
stating "I would prefer not to do this"
maybe he hoped the other band members
could be bent like a Plastic Man doll
but they were as hard as sterling steel
and liked seeing a Technicolor rainbow
and the ability to buy mansions
and cars for any mood of the day
so he wrote a song with a lyric like this:
"thanks for telling me I'm not here"
and something in his subconscious
told him to make his own music--
then, when the muse whispered
goodbye forever,
go back to Cambridge
and create other kinds of art
without the clock-punching
"what will the fans
and the executives think of this"
headaches of 1967
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