Dead End

Jacqui & Mary Again

I thought she was having me followed.

However whatever occurred,

Her majesty made me psychotic,

And singled me out from the herd.

He hollered to get out of Oakland.

I heard him. However I stayed.

I thought she was somebody's angel,

And for that misjudgment I paid.

And she – both a horror and fickle -

Today I continue to bleed -

I told her the things I was thinking,

And she like my mother agreed.

My journey up north was aborted.

Can such a mission abort?

I asked them for help. And was bested.

Will they win once again in a court?

Possibly one is still living.

I read that the other is dead.

Writing this song resurrected

The terror and thoughts that I fled.

Is this defamation or libel?

How can one libel a sin

That thunders on earth like a lizard?

To say it. Or say it again!

Dead End

For me there was only one issue.

She followed and drove me insane!

The other one crapped. She was vicious.

The treatment of choice must be pain.

Jacqui was homely and heavy.

I thought in my dreams she was square.

That's what I hoped for. She wasn't!

A magician's illusions. Not there.

And Mary! A bitch in long dresses.

That posture! Savant! Like a chippie.

How I remember that sneer.

Long in the tooth for a hippie.

Why did I stay? They were clear.

Attached to them both. Out of fear.

Went up to Oakland sincere.

Carried back home on a bier.

 

Lines

The kindest man I ever knew -

Both that he is and too because he

Means to be. Remember

When we met I said you're like my grandpa -

The only parent that I ever loved.

More demons and more furies

In your head than live in hell -

And more above and wielding their

Beliefs and cruelty,

And making self-concern insanity!

They take the things of nature,

That might otherwise be so,

And weld them to their madness

Then go off to teach the earth.

They grab the heathen's throat,

And break his neck and in so doing

Guarantee his trip to paradise.

This the world condones.

To be a heathen, it does not.