Venice Gas House Trolley is on the tracks We’re headed down the rails, we ain’t coming back. Venice Gas House Trolley is on the tracks We’re headed down the rails, we ain’t coming back. Get up and Dance! Get up and Dance! Get up and Dance! Get up and Dance! Venice Gas House Trolley is on the tracks We’re headed down the rails, we ain’t coming back. Venice Gas House Trolley is on the tracks We’re headed down the rails, we ain’t coming back.

Brain cells are invisible to the naked eye… Who are you? The air we breathe comes from a supernova!

Notes on a thunderstorm. Taken at 6 am On a Sunday morn’. Gospel trumpet blowing, Choir singing sowing glowing. Notes on a thunderstorm… Love lies at the beginning of every new start Love lies at the beginning of every new start The Universe undulates The Universe undulates The Universe undulates As the sun burns Maelstrums are created In outerspace As Mercury twists Pandemonium is created In outerspace As Neptune tumults Whirlpools are created In outerspace As Earth bedlams Turbulence is created In outerspace As the Planets orbit Eddies are created In outerspace As the Universe undulates The Universe undulates The Universe undulates Love lies at the beginning of every new start Love lies at the beginning of every new start Notes on a thunderstorm. Taken at 6 am On a Sunday morn’. Gospel trumpet blowing, Choir singing moaning showing sowing glowing. Notes on a thunderstorm…

Sometimes we hide If you ask us where We go It is likely we will tell you In the summer it is garden of hope It is a garden of blossoms It is a garden of light It is a garden of colors Too many to see It is a garden of mulberries It is a garden of barefeet It is a garden of opening It is a garden of sunlight It is a garden of concealing It is a garden There is no better word for it This garden runs through the alleyways It scatters the meadows It grows in the gravel And perfumes the air that we breathe In the winter it is garden of frozen leaves It is a garden of icy steps It is a garden of slumber It is a garden of snowfall Too soft to believe It is a garden of vines It is a garden of leather shoes It is a garden of increase It is a garden of cold wind It is a garden of decrease It is a garden There is no better word for it See, I have fashioned a ball out of Words And hung it from a trestle bridge Over a valley. It is true we are hungry, It is true we are waiting, Three stones wrapped in cotton. Three seeds wrapped in burlap.

Everyone’s looking for something they’ve already got. Walking around town dressed that way, it’s lucky we don’t all get shot. Now I’ve said it in the past, guess I’ll say it once more. If they lock it in our face, we’re gonna kick down that door. Get up off the floor and punch ‘em in the face. Get up off the floor and punch ‘em in the face. Get up off the floor and shower them with grace. Get up off the floor and punch ‘em in the face. Now everybody’s looking for something they’ve already got. Walking around town dressed that way, it’s lucky we don’t all get shot. Now I’ve said it in the past, guess I’ll say it once more. If they lock it in our face, we’re gonna kick down that door. Get up off the floor and punch ‘em in the face. Get up off the floor and punch ‘em in the face. Get up off the floor and shower them with grace. Get up off the floor and punch ‘em in the face.

BLUES IN VI Last night heard you breathe (felt so sad) Almost cried You know it rained all day on Grant Park You know it rained all day on Grant Park I must have overdosed on the blues 8x goin’ home (sweet home) (shhhhhh) Chicago You know it rained all day in Grant Park You know it rained all day in Grant Park I must have overdosed on the blues 2 am tour in the dark (can’t see the skyline) Lost in clouds You know it rained all day in Grant Park You know it rained all day in Grant Park I must have overdosed on the blues 3 am wash spin machine (playing the blues) Stuck on spin cycle You know it rained all day in Grant Park You know it rained all day in Grant Park I must have overdosed on the blues

THE GOLD CLAWS I wish I could say it went well that day and all was beauty white petals and poesies, But she wouldn’t smile, refused to laugh awhile, she just couldn’t be warm and cozy. That is I wish I could say that she loved the idea and fell right in line, Like a glutton at the buffet, drooling ready to dine, But she just painted her toenails gold and took it for a challenge. Ah, that is I wish I could say that we sailed away And left the sun in the bay, slowly sinking. Just a gently cloaked face, not one to replace, a change of pace in this marathon race, But she wouldn’t turn she just thought it a disgrace And painted her toenails gold and took it for a challenge. Ah that is I wish I could say we had a chance perchance, A ticket to the dance, to watch balloons Float down from the ceiling would be charming. Maybe a waltz or a ball in the closet down off the hall, But she just painted her toenails gold and took it for a challenge. It wasn’t that I failed or tried to jump bail. It wasn’t that I didn’t exercise proper judgment. It wasn’t that I ran away or refused to play. Or lied without reason, committing treason was never in my mind It’s just that all I could say when she looked at me that way, Is that I had to dance, and I had no judgment to begin with. And she never lent a hand she didn’t even like the band, She just painted her toenails gold and she took it for a challenge. But don’t mistake my silence For that of dissatisfaction. You might say it’s just a natural reaction. And I always said play with the beat if you want to keep your feet, If you don’t dance you might wind up in traction Not To Be- Come Un-

COME CLEAN (text of the original poem) Come clean not too Mean? Sorrow full of longings Tea alone with Incindentalogous In sin cinder dent- dental logo -logous Incindentalogous As mud slab dashing slide As tub claw foot sinks into linoleum As cat paw scratch a torn sofa to shreds As tatoo’d lizard bite draws blood As glasses upside down protect a candle As one can just sit at times and take notes It wasn’t as if I had said it was effortless. Will it rain?