of course there was much confusion at the river

of course there was much confusion at the river

trading words of penance for the remission of sin

we saw it from atop the terrace hotel

and through every nonsense

and under the incantation of a full moon

i lost my best lies to you right on the gaming table

fatuous and warped by the numbers

dizzy at the sight of revolving angels

_and with feathers in our drinks_

before a wild crowd who cheered the mighty engines

pulling emotionless spinning their giant wheels

as the days meandered away with each other spells

showing you immodestly wanting to be mine

as I was yours plenty and always

with guitars sounding like bells ready

to usher our way into the whirlwind of being in love

and ring our hearts in tune with our darling songs

in a way we could not convey to any of the present

though some said they understood the drill

so we went on becoming with the feeling

that no one knew the right words nor the way out

we sat there holding hands moist under the table

and saw the numbers blurred on the wheel

signs beyond recognition held us still

and then and there we bared our telling phrases

like litanies of tall tale bits their meaning

uncertain fitful to ourselves

downtown acid

here i go
         i can't make out what 
the rumour is that goes right
as leftwich steps on the gas
and we go up and the clouds
are wind in our ears whispering
nonsense and bits of satisfying 
sing-alongs on bridges falling
and falling into a brooklyn
where tim leary is yet awaited
and everyone is an undercover
the kind who blows its cover  
with a barrage of foul language
over some wise kid moving a street 
barrier for no conceivable reason
   you could know the truth just once
   out of the hat or the chiaroscuro
hear here panthers lay on carpeting
plush plus we are getting shafted
they say _it's okey let's skedaddle
before it all comes crumbling down
   we could break through once more
we got tickets for the warhol show
it's rock and roll and even the cat's
cool now and the breeze it's sudden
on our face and the ride and the view

living off a bible black night

living off a bible black night
in the bough darkness of six 
feet under among the primal 
shards mattering no longer 
the bone nor the ashes on call 
ready and silent deaft to 
the plate sliding rumbling 
the first cry long awaiting
just mercy lastly chewing 
gum toboggan runs _so much 
more for knowing it all wrong 
a victim of circunstance