taking drugs  & painting for a half-century  in a field of   angels  &  cops   where Central Park  is paradise  &Satan only  fell on  the radio;
   all mankind's  **** is  sacred to   **** 
      lovers  & their  buried   daughters  
            unknowingly   standing                 in for the Jewish  girls blown by the  wind  all                                   through the windy  house  &  she   starts  to  
    leave the   gypsy                                         girl hidden 
who   felt like a                       genius             under the    glass o;    society   burning w/ the  breath of   revolutionary   devil's   tongue &  fingers  
             invisibly   kissing   the wrong   girl at the            table  \  stood   french   skipped the   Queens  Blvd. up                      in flames;   ****   angels           daughters             desert their own        farts  for  language &  meet   birth   leading  the     older  girls calling to   play  in the  where once corner   lived                      goddesses who are now   stupid   Korean girls    living            in a state  of uphill diplomacy;                          wading through the
  hills of  alchemy, l               iterally   nailing her   bras   to the walls,
   grandmother's  
                   computer   jack   changed to   coexist  w/  speaking   bare
              breasted at the                      bar; the             blow    winds  the\
             stranger   opposite the waves          ,          waves   bigger   s
           than a                   leepin       g beneath the    the     leprous guns are
                         useless                                           strippers      
         s              tree's       green     shadows  
                                    being watch ed        & by he   *******   land  
thin   Mary              Paris'          kid  is      
dying  in   the                    darkness    leaving    
                  ­   the               corporate   gods   w/      
in Paris, Mary's kid                                           their guns up  
             their    noses;      dating       17                themselves
                    they looked   like they                   were dreaming  of going to       a friend   's   party in the village   ;  
hey   she   's             drunk                       in the  bathroom of              course   but             she's got a wide                   smile   cute as   honey,       pregnant    Ice Age queen           singing     in the               purple   early   light        like a      Denisovan   Indian;           Lou  got      lucky, now             he's    sitting   north  of the     temple  where the          sounds  of   leather  *** in         public turns into                       what the dog   wore  as                   half-undressed   suffragettes  
         rock; bring in     the food  
                 & sit &      watch the  
movie      or we can   ball            throwing       their corsets onto the bonfire;
like                         hollering like crazed                       banshees    
skinny Asian   witches