Cement Surf

The cheaper the thrill
The thicker the glide
While American freedom
Songs, come in syringes
Shoot up my dreams
Dream of beginnings
Languid cries, screaming thighs
If money is time, and neither exist
Can you or I, ever explain
Where it goes or why it is
That I must cry these poisonous sighs
To the marble of a father who-ran
And a lover who became the other
As he screamed a portrait of pain
Why are you throwing it all away?
While my face kissed with cement
My body bent, blood, bruised
Pain makes too clean a cut.

But in each wet concrete night
Starlight seduces one puddle
And together they make an abyss
In which I peer and pretend eternity
In a world of change, a world of death!
Hang your hat!
Kiss through ash!
Come, freedom, rip through my veins!
And though I have but a chest full of <rah!>

The gentle sea, she swaddles me
And rocks me in her arms of cement.