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Verse 1
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I was traveling with
Merritt
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In corporated, checking store attendants for
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larceny with a crew of shoppers.
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There was two middle -aged gunts, one owning this chihuahua,
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B
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which whimpered an d yacked in a cocoon of black sweaters,
Bob
Schaefer, crew leader, who
was an
American fascist with
Roosevelt jokes.
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It happens in
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Iowa, this number comes over
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the car radio.
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Old
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Sal got caught in the fence last spring.
and
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Schaefer said, oh my god, are
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we ever in
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Hicksville?
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Stopped that night in
Pleasantville,
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E
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Iowa, and our tires gave out.
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We had no tire rations during the
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war for such a purpose, and
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Bob got drunk and showed his badge
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to the locals in a
roadhouse by the river,
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E
an d I ran into the sailor under a potted palm in the
lobby.
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We hit the local croakers with a fish poison con.
I got these poisoned
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fish stuck in the tank, transported
back from
South
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America, I'm an ichthyologist,
and after
being stung by the dreaded candiru,
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like fire through the blood, doctor, and coming on now.
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And the sailor goes into his white -hot agony act,
chasing the doctor around his office
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like a blowtorch.
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He never missed,
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but he burned down the croakers.
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So like
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Bob and me, when we had a catch, as the old cunts call it,
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and arrested some sulky
clerk with his hand
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deep in the company pocket.
We take turns playing the tough
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cop and the
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calm cop.
So I walk in on this
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Pleasantville croaker and tell him
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I have contacted this
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Venusian virus and subject to dissolve myself in
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poison juices and assimilate the passer's
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by unless I get my
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medicine and get it regular.
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So I walk in on this
old party smelling like a
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compost heap and steaming demurely,
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B
an d he snaps at me.
What's your trouble, young man?
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The
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Venusian goop brought doctor.
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Now see here, young man,
my time is valuable.
Doctor?
This is a medical emergency.
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Old shit, but good. I worked
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out on the nod.
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All he had was one fixator.
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You're loaded.
You assimilated the croaker.
left me sick.
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Yes, he was old and tough,
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but not too tough for the caustic enzymes of woo.
The sale was thin and the drug stores was closing, so
I didn't want him to get physical
and disturb my medications.
The next croaker rode with the
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erogenous acid vats on one side
and
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Nagasaki ovens on the other.
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We knotted out under the rubber
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trees with a long red
carpet under our feet
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back to 1910.
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We could buy it in the drugstore tomorrow,
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or lay up
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in the chink laundry on the black smoke,
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drifting back through stale, roaming house, flesh,
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B
pool halls, and chilly houses.
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Fell back in sad flesh, small and
pretentious in a theatrical
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boarding house,
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B
the aging ham cradles his tie -up and stabs a vein like
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Cleopatra applying
the asps.
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Click back through the cool gray short -change
artist's lush rolling
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ghost of drunken sleep,
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empty pockets in the worn metal subway dome. I woke up in
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the hotel lobby, the smell heavy and calm,
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holding a different body
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molded to the leather chair. I was
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sick but not needlesick.
This was black smoke
The sailor, still sleeping,
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he looked very young under a wispy moustache.
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B
I woke him up and he looked around with slow hydraulic control,
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his eyes unbluffed, unreadable.
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Let's make the street, I'm thin.
I was in fact very thin, as I saw,
when I stopped in front of a mirror panel and adjusted
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my tie knot in a starched collar.
It was a neighborhood of chilly houses and cheap saloons
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with free lunch everywhere and
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B
heavy calm bartenders humming
Sweet
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Sixteen. I walked without thinking
like a horse will
and came to the
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Chinese laundry by
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Clara's massage parlor.
We siphoned in and the chink
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in front jerked one eye back and went
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on ironing a shirt front.
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We walked through a door and
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B
curtain and the black smoke set our lungs
dancing a junkie jig.
We lay up on
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our junk hip while a
Chinese kid cooked
our pills and handed us the pipe.
After
six pipes we smoke slow and
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order a pot of tea.
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B
The chink kid goes out to fix it
and the words hatch in my throat like
already written there. I was reading them
back.
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Lip reading we call it in the trade.
B
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Only way to orient yourself when in
Rome.
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I've checked the harness pole.
He comes in
Maxolies every night at 2 .20
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a .m. and
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forces the local pederast to perform
this unnatural act on his person.
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So
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regularly you can set your watch by it. I won't, I won't,
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I won't.
Not again.
Glub, glub, glub.
So that gives us 20 minutes at least
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to get in and out
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D
through the side window.
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In eight hours start we should be in
St.
Louis before
they missed the time.
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Stop off and see the family.
Memory pictures coming in.
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Little
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boy blue and all the heavy silver
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set s and banks an d clubs.
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Cool, heavy eyes, moving
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B
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steel and oil and shares. I had a rich
St.
Louis family.
It was set for that night.
As we walked out, I caught the
Japanese girl picking up laundry, and my flesh
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crawled under
B
of the junk and I made a meat for
her over the afternoon.
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Good plan to make
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sex before a caper.
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Housebreaking can cause
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this wet dream sex tension,
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especially when things go wrong.
Once in
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Peoria, me and the sailor charged
a drug store.
And we can't find the
Jimmy for the narco cabinet,
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and the flash won't work,
and the harness bolts
sniffing around the door.
And there we are with a sex car
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and giggling ourselves off
like beached idiots.
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Well, the cops got such nasty kicks from
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our condition, they took us to the
R .R. station.
We get on a train, shivering,
burning, junk sick.
And the warm vegetable smells
of thawing
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flesh and stale cum slowly
filled the car.
Nobody could look at us,
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steaming away there
like manure piles.
I woke out of a light yen sleep
when the
Japanese girl came in.
Three silver digits exploded
in my head. I walked out into streets
of
Madrid and won a football pool.
Felt the
Latin mind
clear in veinless sunlight.
Met
Paco by the soccer scores and he said,
¿Qué tal,
Enrique?
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