17 days pounding, pounding, pounding rubber roomed dreams,
whistling along this land
is your land,
I’m limber, tensed loosely like a paradox panther.
I spring, you sing the cow cow boogie blues,
bloodthirsty streets of America,
Amercia, god sheds his purpled hazy majesty on every icon,
From Poe, to Melville, to Faulkner, to Hemingway to, to,
Who else? Elvis!
Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga…….
It’s a real avenue of
manure and psychological issues,
LEAVE ME ALONE
NEVER LET ME GO
GET ME OUT OF YOUR MIND
I ONLY THINK OF YOU
I’M NOT GONNA CRY
OH, BOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO
Yeah, rightside of the brain deadpanned smarmy sneer
Sliding down the side of my face and onto your shoulder.
Rubber dreams shrinking against latex
And much, much more than
Flowers, fonication, fortitude.
Forget thee knots, belly wised.
Love cold dissipate like youth,
Chicken out or go astro on me,
Corner up, stand up,
To the life I love so cowardly.
A gorilla beating my brains badly,
Against the stunning jungle canopy.
I wonder as I squander;
What’s the matter with me, America?
I want welfare,
Cheesy wedding bands up on the stage serenading me,
our fingers; we’ll dance
Like a dog and chicken waltzing drunkenly at the American Legionaire reception; I’ll bark at the moon,
While you’re scratching
Wallop you across
the room if you give me any lip.
Wa neena, wa neena, the lion slips tonight,
Swamps, bull frogs parts of me too.
I’m one hep cat who wants to get in under the wire unskinned.
You can hold me in my shaking
Be my baby America, liberty
likes to boogaloo.
Ain’t that too bad though, my other self says,
Damper down, I say, damper down,
Every time she gets up to dance,
I sing it loud and I sing it proud.
I sock it to them cause it’s
a man’s man’s man’s man’s world.
Some grandma flips me the bird.
You gotta change your attitude, I mutter,
Beneath baleful breaths,
Hula hoops and wind dings wanging through
My funny boners.
Black night in scarlet remembrance,
Whipped on me,
The burden of erecting a body of workaholic ethic.
See no evil,
I get the hot sauce,
I boss her around through a t.v. miasma of beer burping despair.
Stick her piggy feet in my path,
I’ll cow her till
the ruins come home to roast.
Attach the heart and the head will hollow,
Get down wid me, ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
Yeah. Get down.
Sleep, dream, dreamy, creamy, reamy, steamy, beamy,
Nipples, cherry red in beige, brown
and white sauce,
Giant breasts floating in a sea of milk.
No particular place to blow,
I throw slow motioned stones through murky covergirls;
Pouty, ejaculate me.
In starburst illusory tumescence.
I bend and see,
She comes in sunlight. She comes in shadow. But
oh my she does come in Picasso, ah sunlight crisscrossing, then pinioning me.
Speechless and stupefied,
Sipping coffee skins through my nostrils,
Soaking in her naked ambiance,
Breasts, beasts, beats,
Big flayed hips,
Overconsumated gates of life,
In utero I wanna be,
She’s my imagination,
Creation buddy, my life melts,
Sea to sweat drenched drippy sea,
Shiny on thee,
Me!; in brilliant chain linked ecto-glory.
God kisses you when he arrows orgy chasms,
Filled, when I’m voided,
So close to surfeit,
Anger, mediocrity, until my fingers curly serially.
Only in America, sweet relishing violant
I hit you.
You’re alive with
My eyes are stones.
You groan as I rough my hands along your covers.
I’m looking over my shoulder,
One eye on the door,
Your spoor in my nostrils, hot!
One eye creeping round my back,
Slowly turning upward,
I’m a depress sack,
Wedding sea foam with bedding.
You’ve been around this block America,
Now walk awhile with me.
I feel free is my mantraed litany,
I say religiously.
Or at least dangle your feet over the fucking edge,
Out into the night.
Flights of stars we look up at,
Don’t let me down, but down they must shine right down.
Looking far less,Expecting no more.
Someday it’s gonna happen,
I know, the song my country tis of thee,
And they all will say, jump with me.
Wearing hats and garters, hoops and circles wires, wrapped, tightly round each
others waists like parading elephants,
We shall arc through it all gracefully,
I can’t dance, I won’t dance,
I shall jump as high as the hand that beats me.
As high as the feed that needs me.
Though manufacturing all sorts of license,
My exclusive bill of righteousness.
Tugging on my panama, we’ll be
Talking about only being
The train idling on the
Later running down our
smoking, choking, wise guy lies,
That hat’ll shade my eyes.
The sun will gallop overhead,
Rushing to meet the sea,
Nothing inside runs to meet the river,
Rusheting out of me.
The gift horses,
The green courses,
The wetness sparkling like the first glimmering light of dawn.
Mercy, mercy me, America.
I blow in the neon night.
I drift sepulchrally thin,
Part of the road,Parcel of the wind,
The perfect clay beneath my feet.
Muddled in my wandering,
Only more love, more love,
more love of anything.
I want, I want, want, want, want, want, want;
Make me a whore,
When the soul has already gone to sleep, make me cheap.
I wade into the mob,
Passing through the air,
The fair haired youth,
Gone from the mountain to the middle of the gallows squared.
What could I possibly wash off, I wonder,
It certainly ain’t
It’s more within?
Wondering, what cruel tears
inside of me,
Tears of self pity,
Well then pity me!