Crash

Built, not so much of the on than the tumbled;-
But It was old and crotchety of me to
be the please’d bird that ate
at all the shit-bled statues.

Nevering on sacrifice or
playboy logic,
will the screwy duce be your pleasant
clangorous milk maid;

It was not from she-bop or
dead weather sighs did
culture queers rev the
beer hall girls to the most desperate frenzy!

Downed on the profound chats that
spill over to the dirty beds and
conjure ghosts and kangaroos, in the swirl and
In The Heart of It All ! Blues, Irksome

plays you to the geeze-like
a loose-oiled salesman, pounding the daylight
out of all the fresh young forgotten
heroes from Mt. Nebo Road.

These Good be on the golden
of the popcorn days and the sunnier shines
on honest is the pleasey’s forced
to a diamond patch of howdah-do’s;

for you are on the not-so-much
and neverwas ways, a beat that always
has its lasting shares from Begone Street
to the hustles of Nowtown Ave….I no my place!!!

These be the sweets from worst non’s
and never’s, purging to the soon’s of christian time
A core of philanthropic curses
dowry’d to the hostle Ohio…. Repeat!!!