ground  
free   french   virgins   burning in  oil  
****   angels made of   plastic   smoke &   sacred   music  
Jewish   wind  blows in    th    e  sunlight   the fingers  of       guys   standing *****        penises           simply   parking their hands     on her     bottom   watching for the          older   women         whose false    teeth  are       gods   whose high           magic  is         telling the      kid to go get         buried   like a            witch   written on the          winds  ;
she can't beat             beat   alchemy's        spirit  
a       noun   society &        waves  of        quantum   ******;
the    news   is       stranger than a
          gypsy   genius   w/    Christian  
                 understanding      ;     my  
    lover has a   hairy snooch filed w/    
  sand  but she's      rich, at least this           century's         breath   has me
  feeling  like      painting the        
      slow-moving                revolution right            outside  
      my  stupid  window        callin­g   out    .       to        th e           sounds of
cats        at    |      midnight; seen     walking    the street in just                 her    
   bra  & slip       headed     south to buy cigarettes;      
                            s           caught   speaking  to the      
                           computer  
that    only              exists     in our
              fallen          imaginations;
     feel the            flames  of the       machine  
         guns  against   the   where   Wall Street                                    where           meets the     hills  
where the      hidden   mistress     |       stays        invisible ;
      |  she's no     modern; not even     a member of    
                mankind; her tight li'l ***           came down
                w/ the           rain  already naked,
                                Sp   andex thrown aside  
to the floor    
        on    *****  w/ the          .        angels