Black Nite Crash

aretha in the blues dunes — Pluto with the high crack laugh a rambling aretha — a menace to president as he was jokingly called — go — yea! & the seniority complex disowning you... Lear looking in the window dangerous & dragging a mountain & you say "no i am a mute" & he says "no no i've told the others you were Charlie Chaplin & now you must live up to it — you must!" & aretha saying "split Lear — none of us got the guts for infinity — take your driving wheel & split.& aretha next — she's got these hundred Angel Strangers all passing thru saying "i will be your Shakti & your outlaw kid — pick me — pick me please — ah c'mon pick me" & aretha faking her intestinal black soul across all the fertile bubbles & whims & flashy winos — Jinx, Poet Void & Scary Plop all skipping to hell with their bunnies where food is cheaper & warmer & Nucleur Beethoven screaming "oh aretha — i shall be your voodoo doll — prick me — let's make somebody hurt —draw on me whoever you wish! ah pretty please! my bastard frame — my slimy self— penetrate unto me — unto mel" Scholar, his body held together by chiclets —raw beans & slaves of days gone by — he storms in from the road — his pipe nearly eaten "look! she burps of reality" & but he's not even talking to anybody — a moth flies out of his pocket & Void, the incredible fall apart reminds you once more of america with the dotted line — useless motive — the moral come on & silver haired men hiding in the violin cases.,.on a mound of phosphorous & success stands the voluptuous coyote eagle — he holds a half dollars — an anchor sways across his shoulders "good!" says Nucleur Beethoven "good to see there are some real birds around" "that's no bird — that's just a thief — he's building an outhouse out of stolen lettucel" sings aretha — Sound of Sound —who really doesnt give a damn about real birds or outhouses or any Nucleur Beethoven — approval, complaints & explanations — they all frighten her — she has no flaws in her trumpet — she knows that the sun is not a piece of her

the audio repairman stumbles
thru the door with "sound is sacred —
so come in & talk to us" written on
the back of his shirt