Johnny Noiπ asks,          Will time love women
or man, or woman, or
girl's life of people's light;
Good eyes,       god's black girls' red clay men;
Night mother naked white feet long city years
Body Hot place Dead, great head face death  
of the young queen poet's beautiful green ***;
a thing, things dark sun going,                   left snooch in space;
Blood big stars skin Earth age goddess
of the morning's Childrens art at sea;      BestUp on Park Hills,
****** remembered Ringo Sands
bed socks hard as mountains,
Bob smoking with a Society Deb
named Bettie leaves smoke      clinging to the tree,
asking the robot to go Meet a Christian Silver floor;
a Prophet's center or move an Asian eating Angel
deep in the club; Mary leans over the Standard
modern toilet, legs widely parted
by unknown hands of half knowledge;
it matters south computer began
******* her over the changing table
table perfect pink reading; her Magic sister science
of ******* girls watching your heart is only going to make sense
only in this century cutting sleep, written wrote. pregnant,
revolution, guns, lights, ugly paradise birth machines
for a chosen number;
Natural Painstitutes dancing G-top stripper
bring you tongue out to the soul mother's grinding ***
and Peaceful married lives feeling eyes, smelling like
sweating Temple frescoes;
while burying the cops *****,                      
Einstein started to understand
                         that you brought the picture to the Museum;
          Songs that **** the Devil at dawn in Chinese *****,
is holding public burning plastic,
talking broken bats on the beach;
graffitied walls to the teeth, shadows in corners
calling to mind the genius of Ivan Abstract:              Jack fell surely loved,   Hidden waiting to win a mom's soft ****
and ****** felt up under her clothes
in monster town,  
standing Eve warmly stupid reads the news;  
       her sexually designed daughters are hairy
but alive
& empty,    | in the gypsy filled ladies room |
knowing the origin of the bright blond bud;
passing to the witch who in reality
    had really pretty toes and a gun turning
**** flames drawn to new wind, ych,
it felt laying the desert's flat sandy bottom, thin & holding on
& kissing beneath the factual leather mini,  
Jewish it's all wrong,                 the sight of your scabby knees
& scraping sound; Planet skinny poem dies wide
returning to the movement,      |  ||  walking teenagers drinking ||
caught speaking takes a ghost sample of her bar flesh,
                it's cloudy & cool up there;
Watching her,     climb               |  [he see her Strange Love Land]
moving
corporations to simply leave the opposite order;
hey, stockings get sweaty after single point,               thanks;
***** by strangers' odes on the side Streets where you stood,
living enough out of the dying Ether to the Web
without Spring meeting six goddesses leading in parts,   yes!
A party with all older drugs turning bare **** pictures
turning unseen,|   |  |         | looking straight into the Darkness.