Today we're going to party like it's 1966

mystic cirles

made from water
tic tic
tic.
Hello Bunny-boy
who's dancing on thick power lines
backflips
frontflips
Hello Sweet girl
who's asking for drinks
want some?
yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah.
Let me go up there
with you
woo

Hey Bunny Boy
Hey Sweet girl
is it today we're going to jazz, or what?
Not yet bunny, you're sweet
but I'm afraid you make me hurt
I won't sweet girl
then take me to bound
swinging from line to line
until we've made it on
underground

Hellooo Bunny-boy
Give me the bottle you're grasping
Hmm
Step aside, keep behind
I'm going to show you
1966
If you don’t mind
Step by step
Cable by cable
Through Paris
And Munich
And Texas
Through a hogshead of fire

Sweet Girl
Want to party like 1966?
A smile gutters on my face
Elate my arms
Up high
And shed my clock aside
It converts itself
On snow
White black snow
I want to party like 1966

Hello Sweet Girl
Want to see my secret garden?
Keep hopping with me
The air is dry
The sun is bright shining old
Our hands are intertwined
Shapes getting mold
He conserves his hasted beat

Ei Bunny-Boy
Hand me your band bottle
We sure don’t want me
To get off
Dry.
Ei BB don’t run away from me
And cut off with the evil laughing
Then I started to see
Bunny Boy now turns silver
OOOooooo
And he dances the waltz
And his shapes reverted on the moon
On the white snow
Black snow
Among our animal feet
Slights of fire
Sing song sad
And sat
With our butt on the power lines
And we smoked cigarettes
Until he gave me his bottle
And disappeared
Cheers, you animals!

Blues maneuvering out of this

Summer dawns with coffee and beers
and cigarettes
with Billie Holiday
and
yet
sometimes
some whisky

slugs crawling all over my arms
and body
Those jazz players
sitting on a corner
looking at me
and I drunk more whisky
because I couldn't bare their look
their eyes
their words
yet sometimes
I kneel in nights
and it should have been in america
in New York
in Mexico
it should have been anyplace where except here

and they sing about strange fruits
about blues
those things I can support well
I keep remembering strange movies
divisions running away with me
and this theory
that everything will somehow
get along
get together
and make sense
those delirious objects
inside of me
actually being pushed

and I keep singing  along with them
also along with this critter
who reminds me of me
and the critter
is so horny
I can't bear it
and he blinks at me
saying words I would never understood
unless drunk
like now
and he keeps talking
and keep drinking

and both of us
want chaos
we need chaos
we enjoy it

Baby you've got monsters in your head

for Mary Jo

Lighted cigarette on your fingers
and lips
frozing the heat of your skin
and mind
Black clouds moving shift
upon the dark velvet sky
creating shades on your littles eyes
Sweet Mary
Escaping away from shrills
which are getting higher
shuffling to one point of the room
to another
you keep scratching on this reproductions
of full black screen
writting fissures on canvas
Blowing them out to the mainstream

And I keep hail
invoking your name
Sweet Mary
and the mythical things you think
I keep invoking them
again
and again
and again

And I say
baby you've got monsters in your head
but this doesn't mean anything
the lighted cigarette.
our crystal glass of wine.
the scratches.
the shrills.
baby you've got no monsters in your head
sweet sweet mary
down down down low
inevitably
I know
who's the one who got monsters in her head
sweet sweet Mary Jo

.Blow Job

Give me a blow job,
          he asked me
I really don't find
      a justification or
      a resonable argument
    to do such a thing.
But why won't you suck me
            he implored
I don't feel like it
let's just have
                        sex.

Jabberjaws, I want to call you
well, yeah, not this time
he sipped some
                         beer.

I want to watch your mouth down there
         wrapped around my balls
And then he yelled
      Why not now?
But
         I really didn't felt like it
        and I insisted to fuck
No, no. He said.
I really love when you do it
         now fandly
Some other time
I wish we greened for love making
Just the tip then
Lick my crotch
But no,
         not this time
He sipped some beer and he lighted a cigarette
         Give me a blow job!
No! I foiled him
                                OK!
  he curved down my ear
he murmured handly and lewdly
  I'm gonna screw you hard
                          And we fucked
                          all night.