From the darkened end, the streak
a docent came with me, helped me shave
Intensive laugh, we’re born
Crooked!
Into the slop we’re born
sometimes pigs soo, I don’t know why
I’m a dark and love the street
II
Like a fool for the skins
I was lifted by the game
I will find my sexuary
I was better for a Ford
I was lifted up and ganged
I was dead there before the Ford
and I looked and swore the rag
Like a fool Ford skin
lifted up for Gaye
III
On your lipstick
a pie you’re making
Then you go stepping on a queen
You go to a party
wear a cloud departing
You make a seam and there
the windfall away
Look out the lookout and say:
It’s a load that keeps getting shorter
you’ve got to look up and say:
it’s a woundfall
Daniel stand up and wait
while your mirror cleaned her
IV
Some day ants, some sun
to the old heart-stove
from the city gates
to the cancer walls
On a sunnylith day
to the lady Pharaoh
she was shooting out sod
on a balcony
in a queer light
It was a shored night
and the trumpet’s right
and they gave up shout
And chivalry and the day of lore
and you lift your window high
You’re bigger-lipped
you’re window-high
When you’re left down low
open the lower door
V
I will make my Bible spill
wither my prayer
Laura would do white chicken
put a tater out, stand in the West end
take off my pen
VI
Spending that time listening to
something I’ve never hurt
I yearn for mistress calling me
That’s the muse
We only burn up with that pie
It’s just my work in bad companies
You make me feed so free
I heard them say the Jew can have your cake
and eat it; how can I
eat when the man is
next to me beating me
to the punch?
Sweet mystery, but you
I want to lay my concert on the table and spin the wine
jump on my naked severity
VII
Angel-lube,
angel-lube,
angel-lube,
angel-do,
angel-lube
In the city of month
in the city of Paris, May
When I hurled the bellringer
in a kol ha’yom
Who’d ever think they could be touched
by a stranger (O. Notme)?
It was just the way it fell to me
as I listened about a search
Will you be my baby
Willy, you will be my baby
Angel-lube, angel-lube,
angel-lube, angel-lube
Yes I will
VIII
--As we walked down the lather
you were gamey
--Then the healing has begun
When the avenue they bring
and the heart you feel is broken, glows
put on your Yusef Barnley and I’ll do the rest
--I didn’t know you stabbed
I moved up here as a witness
Yeah I got some dicks in sherry
IX
A saw in the game-chime
Every note has a load
Your future’s puking
these fangs your heart roused
A small cocaine
He went and Sheen-kissed your lips
and caressed you just like that
and your heart-wool
You had words and your future was cooking
Once in a while he woke, soon he will be
there with a small bouquet
and caress you over an inkling grotesque
Listen, he will kiss your lips and touch you
I’ll make you feel like you want to lay down and die
Every pit of barbecue that’s fit to rain in Spring
Meet me down by the river
beat me back on the water
Shimmer what they’re talking about
In a wider sense
