sunny day on the bleachers at dodgers stadium...

sunny day on the bleachers at dodgers stadium

(no errors) and on the strip (no snafus)

come on let's merry go merry go poopoo
would you like an original song for a dime
get your original song here for a dime
is it over for me and is it over for you
is it your dog it looks more like you

mother don't worry about me
I'll get a job I'll go straight

only sometimes I have the pep 
and this thing called the mope 
that everybody's doing
(-you say i hate you
 and attacked me with a knife
 you must get well and be brave)

but I am

I went around the bend so fast

I'm moving so fast yeah going around
just like a circle

oh I twisted myself alright
I used to be shy mother
(-there's larry walking down the street
 he doesn't talk to anybody
 you're insane fischer)

I was crazy when I was young
and wrote The Rocket Rock
I would say I'm a normal everyday person
don't roll
I'm gonna tie my shoe
(-at last we have an idol
 who's gonna take us from the darkness
 and out of the fog in the depthness
 he is gonna take us into bruises
 cuts bandaids and baby iodine) 

and which way did my girl go 
no cops and robbers today no play
eightyfive times I walked that street
eightyfive times I liked that street
eightyfive times I looked at your feet
(-a dream girl is just what he'll get)

the leaves are fallin
if only I could see you again
I would start my life all over again 
are you rollin

-you rollin!!

Wild Man Fischer

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bang bang

star flash star shot

sightless bright

unfirmly lit bit of bang

novas

blowing holes black as night

unfathomable to prisoners of light

(we move as if eyeless with failing steps

  in wait of a command  we’re held in check)

and the fire he breaths burns with time

tiresome now in the crimson stream

of venom beliefs and blind alleys

ladden with forbidden fruit

(it's flesh in black purple and green

  with ashes and vermilion dreams)

so cornered now

and again as light years wind down

darkness darkness

on the windless ride to know

popeyed to the dumb shot

(

xx century genes

                   bereshit

let’s talk a bit about how we got here 
and how things got this way alright i could 
tell you off the grid but for now it suffices 
to say that some studious people are working

on the fudge to make sense anyways 
it was titled at the septuagint because 
it engages the origin of the world 
ourselves and apropos of the chosen 
people it finds us at the edge when teenage 
wasteland was more like an abyss between 
the orderly forces and heaven (easily 
reached with a rocket in my pocket sung

in low key while holding our breath) so darkness 
was dispersed by a mighty word blowing 
a mighty wind over the silly establishment 
whither the kennedy boys fuck marilyn

in tandem malcolm the man is murdered 
in church by his counsel queer poets declare 
the exact change in their pockets to show 
the power of words awesome in making 
the world virgin again with six tales of might

that tell earth has made good in the milky way...
is it soup yet asked one russian envoy 
as his boss banged his left shoe on the table 
and called for potatoes thus everyone 
could become an international henchman 
as genocide had become of age...turks 
did armenians british did tasmanians 
belgians did congolese and so forth 
climax was reached on the sixth day
the seventh was declared sacred to rest 
but no one paid no mind it's good said man

louie at bat

                   louie at bat

awaken as dawn was breaking out of a dream

where a voice kept calling out his name saying

loud and mean -enough of this nonsense take

the sardines...leave- i squinted briskly and saw

berry and lily curled asleep in a burlap

heap while i ridded myself of that faded red

cloth i found yesterday on the green of the park

i had it wrapped loose and snazzy 'round

my neck for no other reason than covering

every bit of myself and hide away all flesh...

now having done so with a strata of fresh

assorted emotions sweat and coated fearless

i did a phenomenal maneuver just to get

on my feet and out of freeman alley unto

rivington and across that little park toward

forsyth street where louie would be invisible

only to come out of the woodwork at the sight

of one prospective customer or sucker...

was i one such sucker...after all louie had lured

me from upstate with the promise of primo stuff

easy tricks and the days had gone in a daze

of dilaudas tuinals and new wave music making

the scene streets burning midsummer eves

until louie got hot on a whim he cut us loose
and went wild on a swing hitting for the cycle

rock fragments

to John Genzale

I

(gu)itars...and screams

spun the roomful effervescent

rising to sink the precious

drowned directly with night

and at night's end washed

his face over an impossible

dream

II

lightning strikes color on bright

the bay dawns the levee holds

mr (t) hits the floor

we become distance instantly

soon silence

and when perception awakes

all begins anew the sun's eyes

within reach telephones ring

steps trample on the question 
still

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your age as well doroteo

it's the mask nemesis

but he doesn't stand a chance -and worst-

he doesn't know this

he goes on scheming to act dispassionately

to decide on a course of action

he has access to philosophy and some ettics

he must make sure all genes are fairly

conditioned as the label states it

'to build the block was child's play'

one thing leads to another thought

and he needs to neutralize that condition

made-in-the-fabric of the web excess

live a banale life

suffer its evil...well

but when he reaches the last verse

he forgets the whole thing and what

it means is now suspect of a last stand

whereby the mask enters its nemesis head

and blots out every design figured so...

well

off the wall

when sincalls stir we just flare about

and sashay on ardour to the pyre

sizzling with the prospect of kindling

embers of heaven in conflagration

-no choice's allowed

nor cross voice's heard-

once about to sin all pieties jump off

it's a freeze out and we are all found

collectively mad at the wall we stand

all knowing awaiting to be stoned

breathless from a blast of velvet rock

screeching violas and utter darkness

on the fiery score hopelessly biding

a last minute rally of one crasher

californian fit to scream the fish call

like a password to get us off the rack

and have us back on the street to trot

with a flair scoffing the mean hooks

the sultry proxies the paradise bought

and sold the immolation calls

ride into the sun...that's the fun

ride into the sun…that’s the fun

of someone playing with the dial

the airwaves are filled with laughter

chirps and easier miles per hour

(life’s speed is an abstruse motion

 every second flashes on the charged

 space and cracks the ancient blocks

 dust holds it last

(he who crawls in mud gets enough

 to spit…he may then suspect matter

 ain’t all yet falls prey to its claim

 -it goes something like this…he

 builds sandcastles on the beach…waits

 for the tide to flood it all…gets up

 and happy as he only knows, gets on)

thus you get to palm beach australia

further on awaits you rimini

maybe the red sea –who can tell-

it’s a matter of taste and health

you may know the day’s time and place

though the dial shows you nil…and you

hope for the end of one fine day

when you’ll have to move from zero)

i have waited too for the waves

to break at the angels’ bid –here

it’s radio gaga- and the barge’s

on the way (the dj insists)

we lay back

the sun has set and the sea roars

the deep dark close to the brain…and

to be sure that this day made any

sense (like a road flying birds songs

or the horizon) we must move on

exactly after midnight with total

volition and at our most leisure