NECESSARY EVIL
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En El 503 Of 161st Street Billie Zombie comes out of The side of his neck Sells wolf tickets With glimmers that peel The insides of lesser cobras Competing for strikes In the bush Of a jungle gone mad En la America Land of Constitution Restitution And Prost - perity Cubicled thoughts Neatly arrange themselves In Billie's mind Crime does not pay At least not the way Lesser children try To pull it off Billie Zombie A dawn patrol jammer From the giddy-up For him Suzie Sidewinder is heaven on earth The pale fall moon moans As Billie makes love to Suzie Never with her Never with her But to her Suzie's lust is to linger with him Suzie's lust is to rapture in chaos Leaving sane moments far away As Billie Zombies vice fills her The stars desert the sky And rush to fill her eyes While she lies Pixilated As Billie pumps her lips Up and down All around And with a circular motion Swallows her whole She comes hard Sits straight up In heated Repeated Suck - seeded Orgasms Rushes of ecstasy An airline ticket to 12 O'clock highs Oh poppie You can crawl across my bedsheets On your eyebrows any time Ai Mi Cremita Especial You may be a bitch to others but You're an angel in my eyes Two blackbirds Speaking little blue lies Night to night Along the lazy sidestreets Of the jungle In between the sexing Billie rides the loop Night to night And with Suzie leaves pieces Of themselves on the X-treme highway While pulling stick-ups Each one bolder Richer Brazen enough To hit the restaurant in the building They live in Going back for a late supper Acting shocked as the cantina owner Spills his drinks and troubles Then picks up their check For his most valued and compassionate customers Crime doesn't pay At least not the way Lesser children Try to pull it off Billie Zombie and Suzie Sidewinder Serve their purpose In this part of God's little acre While others fall They rise Because Billie and Suzie Are meant for the life Because without them Goodness would be a Bland indistinguishable routine They apologize for nothing Because they rest safe in the conviction Crime doesn't pay At least not the way Lesser children Try to pull it off En la America Land of Constitution Restitution And Prost - perity |
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CARMEN BABY
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Don't Care to Go Don't you know I Just Want To Be A Part Of Your Life So Let Me In And Show You What's Right I Care For You My Love There are two things That Carmen Baby knows That God knows 1. That she is beautiful And 2. the value she places on her life And on those she loves Johnny Boy precariously glides alongside her At once tender and then violent When his mind explores the frenzy that fuels his moonlit passions Carmen Baby and Johnny Boy Binary stars dancing in the night sky Drawn in then out Held together by the magnetism that is known as their daughter Linda The ark of the covenant wherein Carmen Baby safeguards Johnny's soul Three spiritual universes drawn together By a special mystical plan Which Johnny corrupts With the panache Of Al Jolson on steroids I do I really do I love you To which Carmen Baby responds And I cry at night In my heart But no tears come from my eyes Carmen Baby prays for her Johnny and dreams In that world Johnny is at peace with himself And their Linda travels freely Yet those dreams are tempered by his rudeness His impetuosity And bent brilliance But She Loves Because it is right And values her life And those of the ones she loves To ensure she can continue to fulfill the plan No Angst No harshness Just a quiet dignity With the right amount of indignation To cause Johnny Boy to stop and wonder Before he lurches into his next episode As a reporter from the underworld When you've been in love You have been to the greatest school So try and make it even And I'll do the same And let's live Before it's too late Let's live I know I know I know I know I love you Surabye Johnny Drop me a line My Love |
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Johnny Boy
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Riding a low slung black Cadillac tonight With a Voodoo priestess sitting at his side Eyes full of pain he's got nothing that remains He's riding all the way to New Orleans yeah Sex and drugs and sin are his thing Riding a low slung black Cadillac he dreams Riding a low slung black Cadillac he dreams Riding a low slung black Cadillac he dreams Johnny Boy is back in town A creeper in bruised lives A trader in sultry secrets He has no right to know A metropolitan skyjacker Taking hostage the stray Amelia Erhardts He preys out of emptiness A modern vampire of emotions Johnny Boy has arrived Brought by powers unseen To change the course A necessary evil In a dirty little town Of ruined directions Skyscrapers amuse him Pits invite the taste of his special Manipulations Have you seen him El Loco Cantinero Of hyperventilated thoughts Have you seen him He arrived naked at the party Trying to check his clothes And announcing to all Sugar I came to dance He seduces the confused port The isolated lover The struggling woman The ambitious teacher Johnny Boy dismisses boundaries And uses the tragedy of a comedian To ejaculate his venom He performs on stage free of charge Sparks fly from his steel tipped shoes Create icons Of indignity Of impulse Have you met him I have He calls collect From way inside |
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THE GREAT GAME
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Eyes tongue a red haze Of silver spikes and black velvet fury A catholic boy on a rampage through hell A new age saint with a customized rosario Who sweats benedictions as he rides her On an elevator rooftop With a pistol strapped to his back Each thrust setting of a bullet Up between her legs Through her stomach Past her heart Coming out her lips Into his A wild shot of cold hearted lust As soot falls on them Like soft black petals Raining on both the living And the dead A rogue duskie Deca-dancing on the edge of razors He stalks runners with his boy Yo Yo Montalvo And tries to find ways to avoid Their own stalkers Nightbombers in silk shirts And four hundred dollar shoes Searching for keys broken off Long ago in forgotten locks Searching for The Great Game And compromising every truth Along the way Forget about it replaces Doing the right thing And he fades as a standup guy Searching for a way in He's been speeding so long Marking time Paying cops Burying partners Tricking queens Cruising shadows Whacking even priests In dreams Reality cuts loose Avenues slice into boulevards D-D-D-D-Dodge City He jumps into his third world club car Reeking of Polo and reefer An artillery strapped to every extremity He's headed for a Sell -a- bray-tion Yo Yo is spinning Dead eyes crazy glued on everything A plastic mask for a face Fifth in one hand Eight ball in the other A new kind of pool game Without a clue On guard From what Himself He supposes What up yo Let's go visit the savages in Brooklyn But they never get past the border He goes for a hit Takes a drink Forgets to steer And Rams the divider The savages aren't in Brooklyn They're right here They're in the car They're us |
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STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS: A PIECE FOR 4 POETS
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(V1-V4) strong voices but unaffected WE COME IN (V1) comedy (V2) adventure (V3) fantasy (V4) and tragedy (V2-V3-V4) (Twilight Zone Theme) (V1) rod serling voice: Jahma slam The tonic for your cultural emptiness (V2) homeboy voice: Who we got to shoot to get a drink on up in here (V3) trailer trash voice: As God is my witness, I will never go thirsty again but I don't know nothin about birthing no babies and what about the children, tell me, what about the children (V4) super announcer voice: LOCKUP YOUR SONS, DAUGHTERS AND CUTE GREAT AUNTIES CAUSE THE YOUNG NEGRO BUCK -- ALSO KNOWN AS CLARENCE -- IS RIDING INTO TOWN WITH PEPE RICAN , CREOLE HATTIE, AND SKIMBO THE TALKING GOAT. WHOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEE ITS GONNA BE A SUDSUCKINBUTFUCKIN BOOTHEADLICKING CHILIDOGSNIFFIN SCALAWAGINPROFANITORIUM OF F.U.N.. (V1-V2-V4) Bring your momma bring your pop bring your dog down from arkansas, all right - hey, hey (V3) hysterical And what about the children, tell me, what about the children (V4) THAT'S RIGHT CLARENCE, PEPE, HATTIE AND SKIMBO THE TALKING GOAT TONIGHT REALLY (V1-V4) YOU WILL BELIEVE A GOAT WILL FLY AND IF NOT YOU SHOULD. (V3) affected refined voice but still trailer trash: You know, this reminds me of the time I was Prime Minister in Uganda. Shortly before Idi ... yes ... I remember as if it were yesterday. You know he was a bit of a brute. We had our faults mind you but Idi was just plain rude. A shame really. But enough of that. (V1/V2/V4) DON'T FORGET!!!!!! (V3) It takes a village to raise a child It takes an imposed ghetto to destroy a dream (V4) LET THERE BE NO DOUBT IN YOUR MINDS. CAUSE WE GOING TO GET CHEESY I'M TALKING LIKE GEORGE AN WEEZIE MAYBE THROW IN SOME GRUMPY AND SNEEZY CAP IT OF LIKE JAMES WITH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEY R&B MELODY RANTING THE WORLD OVER WHILE RUDY TRIES TO BEND HILARY OVER AS ABNER SITS CLUTCHING A FOUR LEAF CLOVER LOOKIN ON LIKE SOME LOST ROVER (V1) Enraged (V2) Embittered (V3) Embalmed (V4) CLARENCE, PEPE, HATTIE AND SKIMBO THE TALKING GOAT. TONIGHT REALLY (V1-V4) MIX -MATCH-CALL AND RESPOND: MESMERIZE THE AUDIENCE/CASCADE OF REPETITVE VOICES PICKING UP THE PACE AS THE INTERWEAVING DEVELOPS YOU WILL BELIEVE A GOAT WILL FLY. AND IF NOT YOU SHOULD. YOU WILL BELIEVE A GOAT WILL FLY. AND IF NOT YOU SHOULD. YOU WILL BELIEVE A GOAT WILL FLY. AND IF NOT YOU SHOULD. YOU WILL BELIEVE A GOAT WILL FLY. AND IF NOT YOU SHOULD. YOU WILL BELIEVE A GOAT WILL FLY. AND IF NOT YOU SHOULD. YOU WILL BELIEVE A GOAT WILL FLY. AND IF NOT YOU SHOULD. YOU WILL BELIEVE A GOAT WILL FLY. AND IF NOT YOU SHOULD. (V2) An extreme quickness for the rest of piece till noted CREOLE HATTIE WILL WORK A ROOT ON YOU (V3) OOOOOO SCARY SCARY TIME (V1-V4) ROOT ROOT ROOT ROOT (V3) trailer trash voice fading away from mike: AS GOD I MY WITNESS, I WILL NEVER GO THIRSTY AGAIN (V1) ITS SCARY TIME CHILDREN (V4) A GOAT I SAY A GOAT (V2) raspy old man drnk POUR ME DRINK (V3) solemnly AND NOW THE TRUE STORY OF THE YOUNG NEGRO BUCK (V1) dramatic ALSO KNOWN AS CLARENCE (V4) b boy rap WHO RODE INTO THE WEST LOOKIN TO BUST A BRONCO TOP OF THE HEAP HONCHO TRIPPIN TOE TAPPIN THAT MAN IS BUTT NAKED MACHO LISTENS TO ABBA BACKWARDS HEARING THE SAME RAPTURE THAT ROCKS HIS SOUL EVERAFTER A STUPID RICAN HE'S ALWAYS SEEKING THE BITTER EDGES OF ENDLESS DREAMIN SCHEMINGANGSTALEANINOFFTHEHOOK PAPICHULOALWAYSBEEMINUPTOSCOTTY ASMOKEADRINKAPIPEDHOTTOTTIE (V1) ENRAPTURED (V2) ENCHANTED (V3) EMBALMED (V2) timid MOTHER IS THAT YOU (V3) same MOMMA IS DAT U (V1) same MOMMIE ESA ERES TU (V4) psychotic A FLYING GOAT .... HELP ME I'M BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY A VELVET PICTURE OF ELVIS A RED VELVET ELVIS BUT NOT THE YOUNG ONE ITS THE OLD FAT WASTED ONE (V1) ENRAGED (V2) EMBITTERED (V3) EMBALMED (V1-V4) break the pace to original tempo HELP ME HEP ME HEP H (V1) leave one a a time THE END (V2) FIN (V3) NO MAS (V4) HASTA LA BYE BYE ITS BEEN REAL REALLY |
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THE WORD
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When you hit that spot Where everything flows Character to type There is a moment of virtue The words outgrow confined meaning Become transcendent of confined meaning Landing in supreme company And then pass still higher Image to archetype Awakening a ravenous love bite In the center of my mind Where I have been so blind Paying attenion to time Than timing my affection For the betterment And perfection Of an existence Infected But a day to day hectic SCHEDULE OF EVENTS I stand corrected And accept the injection Await the objective Ablaze in selective Emotional digestion Of extra dimensional Love Drained from the terms of all my adventures All is order once more Moving towards SupremeWisdom Liberating a life that rewards Stillness Passing from solitary to solitary Until captured in the hyperspace of my mind |
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