john wieners - a poem for benzedrine lyrics
a poem for benzedrine
voices of the underworld rise stoned to bring me down
the law of the land falls on all heads in town
declare war the morning is blood red
with reason war is when one of us
dead is worth more than all of congress
declare it i hear it
stretched by a window over polk and sutter
sutter another painter stretched by death on his shoulder
sits on his canvas cancer
a country rancid
buries its eyes
with war won over by death
at each instant of life
even our heads the law, half in love with it
in debt to it, we are led by it
i pay dues in drugs, and keep my pockets full
out of the mouths of strangers, the sound of friends
sue rosen i heard talking in a spanish girl
demons possess all of america’s middle aged women
with houses full of men who whisper and cannot hear
how far out they register the transactions of their souls
i see the studs of africa p-ssed off as toys
golden and clay
the feet of lovers walk away
the sky shoots 15 colours all cool
the head of god laid in my arms
a junkman who makes it after midnight
then home to turn on sight laid in his eyes
and ears cleaned out forever by the sound of a motormen’s bell
that announces each opening of these doors to h-ll
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