one morning jerry woke up
and found that ambition had snuck in through his window during the night
so he put on a pair of tattered black shoes
and walked out onto the searing sun sidewalk
he�d sat before the shit shovelers for years
eating everything they threw in his face
because he�d heard the slip of paper he�d receive in the end
was the key to unlocking the doors of xanadu
but when he stepped out into the sea of humanity
he found that there wasn�t much demand
for a kid with a degree in analyzing dust
so he got a job as a night watchman
in the library of dead artists and rock stars
worked long hours lonely in the blazing darkness
shaved his head and wore tattered jeans and a t-shirt
and he pierced his ears and his nose and his nipples
and found that he enjoyed saying things like fuck and cunt
he worked job after job with no contentment
he drank with his friends through all the wee hours
spent his mornings hugging toilets
and watching the toilet water ripple with his breath
until he filled it with yellow stomach slime
he discovered an angel who�d been standing at a street corner
he got into her car and they sped to a warehouse
where thunder bass beats boomed love into dancers
and ecstasy girls put ice in the mouths of heat
sucking on pacifiers with wide dreamy eyes
soaking in the vibes open and blissful
jerry and angel danced in spotlight speed feet craziness
blurs on the dance floor spreading and absorbing energy
lust heating up like blood on the stove
boiling over into sexual tension
waves of blue and red through closed eyes
and they made their way to the coat closet on the second floor
where they made dark love among the hanging leather jackets
(Continued)
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