RAY GUN AND NEW GENES
Came down from the mountain - yeah -
already forgetful of things : had my
John Ashbery typeface so beautifully
mounted and the big heap of sap-love
juicing out. These elm trees too spread
wide their wobbly haunches. Never
before had that gaslight gone out.
In my mind, it was 1954 - and I was
once more just learning to read. Oh
Bayonne stirrups, oh Kill Van Kull,
oh Magister Ludi and Erik Von Schull.
I take my tommy-knockers loaded
and she's got a sister too. This time
it's my horizon to where we're headed.
You can make it through.
Came down from the mountain - yeah -
already forgetful of things : had my
John Ashbery typeface so beautifully
mounted and the big heap of sap-love
juicing out. These elm trees too spread
wide their wobbly haunches. Never
before had that gaslight gone out.
In my mind, it was 1954 - and I was
once more just learning to read. Oh
Bayonne stirrups, oh Kill Van Kull,
oh Magister Ludi and Erik Von Schull.
I take my tommy-knockers loaded
and she's got a sister too. This time
it's my horizon to where we're headed.
You can make it through.
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