Crasses et Voluptés

Narcotic squads sweep thru poet dens...
Spilling coffe grabbing 15 yr old runaway girls
by frazzled ponytailed hair.
And tossing them
into backseats of cop cars.

The narcs beat the bearded oracles
replacing tantric love
with complete violence.

Lights and mirrors dot the city.
Inkstained hippies with boxed lunch and marijuana.
Mystery plays of shit and nothingness,
blessed by colors from a black hat.

Blue lights search thru weeds,
searching for the heart of D.A.Levy
...and the mind he left behind.

What didjoo expect?
Another mystic wreck?
Thats whatchoo got crawling
in your panic net.
What didjoo bring me?
Not a goddamn thing yet.
And what didjoo leave me?
Another tombstone dream yeh.
O salacious mansion.
The boys held for ransom.
Didja see where he's gone?
The blasted summers dawn,
Fucked up in cleveland.
Fucked up in cleveland.
Short flight to nothing.
Heavens up to something.
Heavens up to something.
Levys up to something.
Levys up to something.

Death poems for the living gods of america.
Plastic saxophones bleat, bleed for nothing, NADA.

Cops crashing thru doors,
infuriated by silver charms of suburban smoke.

At war with patches of red dirt glitter.
And bluejean fucking.
And protest.