Apt. A

Star Star fish, alive And liquid on the lighthouse stoop Saturday morning four window spotlight Turns the stained sunday bed sheets And back again in the end Speaking voices Swapped the specs The keen eye titles litter And after all I found it Circle K, shitty coffee (Boomerang) Hunger pangs to beans (Boomerang) The guy's on the corner with a broken can opener Dirt shots Plastic flower print Poet headed bore Bore the messenger practice A tactile cactus (shh...) Leaders in the making-us-drought system No lattice around the naked edges of a trash heap art piece I raise my eyebrows when somebody calls me clothed Hands off Better to feel our width Trash heaple collecting ex-presidents next door Lodging the lump in our throats God's daughter's built for speed Lives on the fourth floor We're in the basement "Gas main office, tenants speaking!" Where the marionettes hang waiting for wet hands To stiffen the limp pen Fuck the fashion show! Crumbled bubble limbo's window trapped Trim brushes, paint buckets Second story roof tag What it means to have an artist plug a black hole with mortar Close circuit walk home Broken brick and lease is up House is open, keyhole empty Meet you out in California Rucksack, sleeping on nude beaches Performing for our dimes and nickels Sewerside on street corners speaking out our piece We'll till the land with a pulled up parking meter 'Til the soil churns to wind A stretched taffy howl to peacock plume, our haircuts The painted pigeon dessert's a crust of bread The former melon's rind and open empty shell Which ones get the poets' bedrooms? And kicks the pebble loose A sylvan lot Its painted rail, a horde of cricket carcasses The same old hat (Under open sky sound) Big difference (Listen to my head) The same old hat (Under open sky sound) Big difference (Listen to my head) The same old hat (Under open sky sound) Big difference (Listen to my head) The same old hat (Under open sky sound) Big difference (Listen to my head) Twin prince dilutions Skip their last supper C'est la vie, tchotchke Bags packed in boxes Our thrones in the dumpster Bon voyage Red Pipe 33 East McMillan street apartment