aretha in the blues dunes-Pluto with the high crack laugh & rambling aretha-a menace to president as he was jokingly called-go-yea! & the seniority complex disowning you ...Lear looking in the window dangerous & dragging a mountain & you say "no i am a mute" & he says "no no i've told the others you were Charlie Chaplin & now you must live up to it-you must!" & aretha saying "split Lear-no of us got the guts for infinity-take your driving wheel split ...& aretha next-she's got these hundred Angel Strangers all passing thru saying "i will be your Shakti your outlaw kid-pick me-pick me please-ah c'mon pi me" & aretha faking her intestinal black soul across all t fertile bubbles & whims & flashy winos-jinx, Poet Void Scary Plop all skipping to hell with their bunnies where food is cheaper & warmer & Nuclear Beethoven screaming "oh aretha-i shall be your voodoo doll-prick me-let make somebody hurt-draw on me whoever you wish! a pretty please! my bastard frame-my slimy self-penetrate unto me-unto me!" Scholar, his body held together by chiclets-raw beans & slaves of days gone by-he storms from the road his pipe nearly eaten "look! she burps o reality" & but he's not even talking to anybody-a moth flies out of his pocket & Void, the incredible fall apart reminds you once more of america with the dotted line-use less motive-the moral come on & silver haired men hidin in the violin cases ...on a mound of phosphorus & success stands the voluptuous coyote eagle-he holds a half dollar-an anchor sways across his shoulders "good!" says Nuclear Beethoven "good to see there are some real bird around" "that's no bird-that's just a thief-he's building a outhouse out of stolen lettuce!" signs aretha-Sound o Sound-who really doesn't give a damn about real birds o outhouses or any Nuclear Beethoven-approval, complaint& explanations-they all frighten her-she has no flaws in her trumpet-she knows that the sun is not a piece of her