Washington Square Park or something like that, NY

hairy mexico men waiting on doorsteps pidiendo pesos and besos the trash smell coming from all around these iron spears shot in the ground and burrowed into hallowed out and customized dusty mites spider flies gossip swarms smoke streak through cracked streets polished pavement stones. Heat and people, stampedes small quarters - sad people, emotionless musicians in a park, a saxophonist, a bassist, a drummer beating with the intensity of Cassidy tossing his heaving hammer over and over and over - he never misses - almost too ferocious as if he'd murder an interruptor - channeling his mind's frantic energy into his drums trying to bring them to life - beat them to life, like tin hearts and hide heads pulsing breathing teething and they are alive! As long as he beats the air through them drum man lives in a fashion. What thoughts does a drum monster ponder? Faster, louder, faster! Other musicians in the square have stopped playing now, they think to themselves it's because they are tired and the heat is in them, but it is really this drum man monster's playing shrieking. They can't ignore it. Even the people next to it who once thought they would play along rest their steel blown tools at their sides. Eveyone is buzzing to drum man monster with sweat shooting down the sides and sunlight pushing hard rough on everyone tapping their feet swaying their fucking bottoms to the beat if they're less uptight winding up and over midsummer minds humming drumming with tribalness blindly dressed dramas exploding sublime freedoms to float in I fly over molten rows of moaning bones black and choke with the dying symbol's woeful crash ho! the drum monster's last death knell, for Jack is tired and takes a sip of water before packing up the kit.

My head's a bowling ball
falling hard
My head's a numb vegetable shell
shucked and shredded headed
down the boulevard to knock on cobblestones

Flights over our heads
Inummerable in the sky
Signals through our skin
Flies on our heads
Innumberable in my eyes
what did that mean
what was the catch
vague allusions are all the rage
diffraction plate in his skull
screaming sides shouting blindly so close create
dent the walls
dent the hull

get so lazy I need something else
to push my mind's crank around
squirt back the world free fall
skirt back from the cliff hanger
blue freedom

hammer hits nail
nail hits wood
we won't prevail
we won't prevail

hand hits hammer
hammer hits nail

hand hits hammer
mind hits hand

mind hits hand
who hits mind
who hits mind

we won't prevail
who hits nail
we won't prevail

I was walking knocking rocking on my heels in the park's
lake when you punched me in the foot
Sprinkly lady you take me prisoner within your
room at the water's edge. Lady of the lake at the water's edge
Couldn't wouldn't want to be free from that gaze, hot
like a body. Shiny shimmy, we tango in the cold.
You were a banshee queen screaming out the life from young lungs
I stood idly by spying orion in the ceiling tiles
spiralling slowly miles out to sea off the coast of
Bazmount peninsula near Oslo
We had our lives to say it outright

Own up to your face. Accept your age with proper grace
Own up to your beliefs. Cacophony. Blasphemy

Gazelle eats lion. Grass eats Gazelle. Popsicles of hell. Red lines
prismed listen to their whispering sonic
humming in your hands. Look up, look out! Look out!
We live in dangerous times. Hide your eyes.
Hide your eyes.

my keyboard's missing its 'X' and 'C'
smiles up at me so toothlessly