And To Me, My Rubber Someone

What brought you these bangos?
     The rhythm most often transcends into something edible
From whence did your Soviet feet come?
     Below the open E of a bass guitar
How did the watchman overlook the creaking rock band?
     The water whispered coldly in the sleeping man's eyes
Who opened this can of fruit again?
     I was saving the turkey for New Year's Eve
Why?
     Because he was tired
     Because I was asked
     Because of his age
     Because I wished to bring a voice from the wilderness
Until when will the circle be your end?
     The coming of Summer and the closing of your Autumn
When's lunch?
     Already the golden gutted cold cuts grow cold in my stomach
What is the next question after the one before last?
     When's lunch
To where does the floating sand carry its calloused cannons?
     Into the sea and its waves of tranquility
What brought you this punk rock?
     The pulse usually brings the world around to something delectable