Exotic vision
Permanently red-light
Squinting for hours

Natural American spirit doctorate
Make love to inanimate objects
Pasteboard decked out in Ikea finery


Without use of a pole she swings
Her thighs clamped 'round infinity

In the eye of a maelstrom of Marlboro mail-order memorabilia
Rivers, mountains and smoking shirt jackets


I am his liver
I'm gray and decaying
My texture's a sidewalk

And Notre Dame's playing
Afternoon's wristwatch
Deposited in nightstand's drawer


If Jerry knew he'd build a marquee
And charge her silent watchers

And they'd pay in foreign-looking coins
That would turn to dust in his dresser, by morning, yeah


You're gaslighting me
I can see through the dusk beams
Walking with your fingers in splints, yeah


In her last moments I pined for times
When I could never have dreamed of being responsible

For the charred remains presently huffed by the most famous of
The celebrity teenage drug casualties
The wind the wind the wind the wind the wind the wind