I do my best to through the caterwaul The classicists, the avant-guard I bought a green macaw, named him Jules probably outlive me, he's a bright bird Keeps me company, I teach him new
I saw a at the theme park She looked as real as me the white fog Then she melted to her ankles Turned into a million watt If I knew where she went, I follow
Walking through the of tomorrow Martian trinkets, plastic In the sunshine, try to act My veins are of flat Cherry-Cola Slept on the bench, by the roller
Dreamt I was riding on a of Judah painted on the side
I'm doing fine, I'm in the palisades Life's a wash, a school play China and cold ivory towers I and I toast to the Caesars Forcing down the dregs of
Madeline, she spins in a bang All through the house, the strong smell of burnt Let's it clean and run out the spirits I a diving bell when I hear it going down, now, under the surface
Light to dark, can shift in an Feeling close but keeping my On all fours, just so insistent Fills my mouth with ropes and slit wrists through the firewall into heaven
And then I'm standing in blinding light Crooked falling from the sky
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