Whil e pa inting a horribl e man
touched your white, white thi gh , he
doesn ' t mean to be ho rribl e.
Horribl e, horribl e, horribl e.
All the horribl e things you ca n think of.
Dream , dream , tell me it is a d ream.
Ray Oi Palma
LADY LADY
Your eyes are like streets wh ere a ll the thea ters
Have cl osed for the weekend
A li ck of mys tery in a ll that but
I'm no t one to stand around whil e you wa tch
Manha ttan hustling through the
cI
uttered lofts
Of the Pin Industry
T he way you toss about I can tas te your dreams
And th ough you show me how corpora te g lory
Is inscribed on an explos ion I want
to
te ll you
Where you can ge t off
Before we get ben er acquainted
Comme
i t
taut
So I' m telling you this once and for a ll
T he world is backing up and none too soon
T he Mani chean fros tiness of these April ni ghts
Circul a tes like hi gh organ no tes th rough my thoughts
When I read your diary I can see you behin d th e m irror
Suck ing off the morta l coil
