Moo Sho Soup in the Neon Negro
Dreaming of hanging bassoons
Full of ghost dust behind the Mercy ...
It's the only highway out of town
So I tended to avoid it in the day.
They say it's the only road back in
Which is pretty to say ...
Which is pretty to say ...
I could have stayed forever
If that blonde hadn't turned
Down Scrabble Alley
When the browns in the rain
Became corporeal
For Lovegrove's lonelies
To lurk in the flowers
As if pain and pain only
Was holy.
