Small flowers crack concrete

Narcotic squads sweep thru poet dens

Spilling coffee, 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 did you expect? Another mystic wreck?

That's what you got crawling

Inside your panic net

What did you bring me? Not a goddam thing yeh

And what did you leave me?

Another tombstone dream, yeh

O salacious mansion, the boys held for ransom

Did you see where he's gone?

The blasted summers dawn

Fucked up in Cleveland, fucked up in Cleveland

Short flight to nothing

Heaven's up to something

Heaven's up to something

Levy's up to something

Levy's 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.