Incommunicado

I’ve been incommunicado for going on three days And the silence stings staccato around my ears and face And my hands are cold and shaking From my latest fall from grace And I’m ashamed to have to tell you What I’ve managed to misplace I could have been in California for coming up now on nine years But I wouldn’t be here pining for you- I never would have made my way out here Where Dahmer sings the blues with Liberace as they sip on fifty cent beers And watch themselves on a tube Hitachi holding hands in a bathroom mirror When you coming home when you coming home when you coming home?