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Scrap-iron is the evening song
The motel room  the Venus moon
The image of a child in the alley

Oh my mother can you see and weep ?
The poems are scattered seed on busted tables
The moon howls and blows the maiden from the mountain

I am the vision of the undying dead
You can see me if you stop loving life
In one hour it will all be something else

Her legs spread open -- the -- FOR MAD MAN ONLY -- sign
He penetrates her ****** under-age dream
Death stalks the  passageways where once were dragons

Somewhere someone hears robins sing
The shuffling slaves and the human misery
Linger here in the LA madness

We could soar the soulful somehow sometime
See the re-birth of the fearless fathers
If we'd only care to bother and dare to fly