Spoonman

world. tuesday.
watched you cry. watched you fly. watched you die.
im the spoonman. talks to god. transfusion. penetration.
im the spoonman.
im the spoonman. shes a wound. nice bikini. steppin razor.

dont put your hand where you wouldnt put your face
she said a dollar rubber rat utah plates
brilliant green substance unknown
with a face like a peeled onion
sheep in drag horseback automatic
to make your home clean make it sani-flush
she said now im a new skin-free crispy
with this urge to phone into the
nosmoking zone of stainless steel
tokyo me and big white dog got
to hijack pecan tarts for babylon
bambi out of mercer street where
the crackheads catwalk charity
where teenage sex rides a stoned rhythm
trading its chiliskins to the screamers
come to hunt their meat to the gold
diggers in kissboots and the recycled blondes
in their stack heeled snatches the monster trucks
the rolling rocks the poodle boys
with their little bone diggers and dark stuff comes
oozing out the apple core tonight like
a beggars dog tasting the wind.

into the blood.