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the t v commercial just indicated the coming
the moon is
tonight i was wrapped around your
the voices of dick cavette and elke sommers
people are so many horses grazing
what color is your love
i don’t care what words sprinkle from the
peter was the drummer
stephen stills and i walked
if door knobs were
when i get married
is
moses was
if i get another band together
right on dolores
did you see the trench coat jesus wore
jesus
and then
sleek and silly
let’s hold on to our fantasy
if john f kennedy was really
when was the last time that
the skies of
or we can stay here
driving down the road
after orgasm we slept until the next century
i’ll
i could swear that this isn’t my pen-you
know-the one that belongs to me that’s because
this one writes black and mine writes blue
of the golden goddess how unoriginal
the night’s sunlight
only
the moon isn’t hot it’s hot and cold
silent company
and
i didn’t want to detach myself
holy christ we’re all travelling through
time and time is travelling
and
everything’s trying to go faster
than everything else and everyone’s trying
to be better
than everyone else and it can only
end
in an endless marathon
but tonight i was wrapped around your
silent company
paint my ears but they don’t reach
my mind though
in a poisoned pasture
which completes itself
at the end of the road or around the bend or
something like that
only
if we escape
everyone will follow us and bother us
and
poison our pasture
mine is kaleidoscopic but don’t brag
about it
because
somebody might find out and they’ll
rip me off
colors don’t come easy you know
mouths of
scientists
or
clergymen
god and i are riding a
surfboard
and the crest of the wave is a foamy
mixture
of rodent lovers
and
glaciers of melted picture frames
come on
they’ll never catch you
gary was the pianist
bill was the guitarist
and
i was the life
len thomas was the death he choked it
with
the thin string of a
stop sign
through a concrete atmosphere of
lettered
abbreviations
and
fire blazing
from an unseen section of life
suddenly we stopped to eat
but
found that
consumption
didn’t necessarily denote
stopping
so we took care of business ate and
stopped
to
rest
but we couldn’t sleep so
we
wrote a song died and expected to
wake up
before the sun removed its
sweat suit
right after
it did
we woke up again
but we didn’t like it
so we wrote on a
bathroom wall
and went our
separate ways
as dead as
the batteries in your luxurious cassette player
then they
wouldn’t
even
turn no music tonight
i’m going to marry
my own wife
do you want to be
my own wife
if you don’t
go and pitch
for the cleveland indians
at least
mow their lawn
they need their lawn mowed
is graham nash
any relation to
alexander bell
as a matter of fact
he
invited me to use
his telephone
jimi hendrix
to all that
he knew
after
he experienced
his electric burning bush
he died from
an o d
of
old age
his family destroyed itself
with the argument over
moses insurance money
little did they know
that
moses was the original bookie
to
take bets
on a
slab of stone
i think
i would have
billy the kid on drums
robin hood on bass
stan laurel on guitar
joseph the carpenter on keyboard
me on top
and
you on the bottom
trouble is
we’d never get
any
jobs
sleep for the rest of
your life look at me
through those
dilated cobras
in
your mind
and if the revolution
gets too
hot cool
yourself on a bed of
hot coals
it was made of
dark green
cavalry men
who turn red when
they
get
wet
if lightening strikes
jesus dies
if jesus lives
pigs die
if pigs sleep corporations paint
why did jesus
run for a second term
he never would
have died
in office
go to
the farm
his mother
used to say
and don’t forget to bring the
wine
to the
wedding
jesus transplants
an arrested heart from the
foot
of a sleeping stone to the
eyelash
of a dead man and
says something about
bacon and eggs and puts
his donkey-hair
eye-glasses on and
reads
the
newspaper
of course it causes
his thoughts to crumble
like a strange
wall made of
rubber band-aids
trying to escape
jesus
hires
walter cronkite to hold
his erected penis in
his safe until
he returns
it gives me a pain to lean against
your bed’s bars
anyway
ring it out
but
hold it tight
president of a country
why did he borrow money from me
to buy a
tuna-fish sandwich
your rapport with a
microphone became so intense
that it made
you cry about the past
and
look into chronicles of
historic
tragedy
i speak with a
guitar
on
occasion
to relieve the intentional directional signal
playing with the boy
next door
new mexico are so clear
that
you can see the sneezes
people put into the air
together
you and i will rush to new mexico and
defeat its purpose with
a battle field and a football
only to discover that
love
eventually explodes and crushes
every
non-living
non-return
sea weed that
crawls
into
shelter
if it doesn’t break
it at least
sprains until it can’t bend
anymore
and
strangle the fog or
eat the bones of the dead achilles tendon
i thought about a future of your companionship
embraced by logs and
kissed by the songs of birds
we laid together under a
rainstorm and sang power to the people
where we found that
a slice of earth
had been eaten by a
weir wolf
until
adolf hitler put a stop to it
and the knife hurt as
he separately sliced our genitals
and harmed
our egos
sleep alone in my wakefulness
i’ll
talk to you in
your absence
i’ll
make love to you with
my impotence
i’ll
do all this just to make
you happy
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