May I petition the empty sky
May I petition the empty sky
When I am sundered in cement
Unlit by john-of-dreams
Unclear vision of present day
As I slime the dull drums
Man moves his pieces amidst
Upturned gazes of dreamy....
I was geared in a jocular society
Exonerating my kitchen face
Puddles of humble czars
A shambles of stumbling stars
That brings me to present
Shunned in a brick wall procession
I cloud these thoughts
Feeding my pet
As he moves up the cord
Into the job-of-struggles
Minding bible-bled lessons
I spy gardens stolen in winter’s bosom
Chaos deepened as the earth broke
It was open
We celebrated; season split to thought
But clock was never too clever
To outwit the gods
When we know how the threads spread
As they snip snip our life line
Yet
I cannot but believe these tracks
They are mine and yours
Shut the door that hears all
And dive the cliffs at dover
So we can be disco
And drive the horse at the rear
And slip the manhole
Meant our grave ghoul
To limp richard
In a thanksgiving feast
And all hands in folded fathers
We plead and beg
Of that vodka ; god knows the kind
As the sunrise jeers us
Because we know the L train is near
And brooklyn is restful
But hollywood is still in my veins
I ship my news
