in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls’ airplanes roaring over the roof they’ve come to drop angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse
where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls’ airplanes roaring over the roof they’ve come to drop angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse
where we hug and kiss the United States under our bedsheets the United States that coughs all night and won’t let us sleep
where we hug and kiss the United States under our bedsheets the United States that coughs all night and won’t let us sleep
where there are twenty-five-thousand mad comrades all together singing the final stanzas of the Internationale
where there are twenty-five-thousand mad comrades all together singing the final stanzas of the Internationale
where you will split the heavens of Long Island and resurrect your living human Jesus from the superhuman tomb
where you will split the heavens of Long Island and resurrect your living human Jesus from the superhuman tomb
where you accuse your doctors of insanity and plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the fascist national Golgotha
where you accuse your doctors of insanity and plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the fascist national Golgotha
where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void
where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void
where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse
where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse
where you scream in a straightjacket that you’re losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss
where you scream in a straightjacket that you’re losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss
where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the harpies of the Bronx
where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the harpies of the Bronx
where you drink the tea of the breasts of the spinsters of Utica
where you drink the tea of the breasts of the spinsters of Utica
where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses
where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses
where your condition has become serious and is reported on the radio
where your condition has become serious and is reported on the radio
where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
where you laugh at this invisible humor
where you laugh at this invisible humor
where you’ve murdered your twelve secretaries
where you’ve murdered your twelve secretaries
where you imitate the shade of my mother
where you imitate the shade of my mother