-Hey man you want girls Pills grass come-on I show you good time This place has everything Come-on, I show you
Burlesque Beat
Can we resolve the past — lurking jaws joints of Time — the base — to come of age in a dry place — holes & caves
The music was new black polished chrome & came over the summer like liquid night — the D.J.'s Took pills to stay awake & play for 7 days
The General's son had a sister. They went down to see him. They went to the studio & someone knew him. Someone knew the T.V. Showman.
He came to our home room party & played records & when he left, in the hot noon sun, & walked to his car, we saw the Chooks had written F-U-C-K on his
windshield. He wiped it off with a white rag &, smiling cooly, drove away.
"He's rich. Got a big car."
My friend drove an hour each day from the Mts. The bus gives you a hard-on w/books in your lap. We shot the bird at the black M.P.
My gang will get you. Scenes of rape in the arroyo. Seductions in cars, abandoned buildings. Fights at the food stand. The dust. The Shoes Opened shirts & raised collars. Bright sculptured hair. Spades dance best, from the hip.
Someone shot the bird on the afternoon dance show. They gave out free records to the best couple.