"DROWN THE WAKEFUL ANGUISH OF THE SOUL," YOU SAY
WITH A THING FOR QUOTING KEATS AND SONGS OF HELL
PUT IN YOUR MOUTH JUST LIKE A MAGIC WAND
HOW IT TAKES US TO THE MOMENT WHEN WE FELL
YOUR PALE BLUE-YELLOW EYES THAT TELL ME LIES
AS LONG AS CALIFORNIA DAYS
SAY CAN WE PUSH IT, CAN WE PUSH IT TO THE PEAK
AND I SAY MOTHER, MOTHER MAY WE
DRINK IT FROM THE LEFT CUP
THE CHALICE ONLY JESUS WOULD PICK
AND MALICE IN THE TIME BEFORE WE STEP UP
WHEN WE ASCEND WILL BE FORGOTTEN LIKE THE WRITING OF A PEN AND LOVERS
THEN I WOKE UP IN ANOTHER HOTEL, ANOTHER HOTEL,
ANOTHER HOTEL LIKE A BELL
PASSAGES AND ROOMS LEADING TO PASSAGES AND ROOMS
WITH NO MIRRORS NO WINDOWS NO DOORS LIKE A TOMB
THERE'S NO EXIT FROM THIS PLACE
ONLY TIME AND ONLY SPACE
FOR US TO TALK AWAY THIS TIMELESS TRIP
WHICH NEVER ENDS SO LET'S GET ON WITH IT
THERE'S BEEN A BREACH IN THE SECURITY
THIS I KNOW BY THAT KNOCK ON THE DOOR
WE'VE COME FROM THE DEED, THEY SAY
WE'VE DONE AS YOU PLEASE, NOW MAY
WE PLEASE GET FASTENED TO THE TANK TO BREATHE
NOW WON'T YOU TIE THIS KNOT HERE'S A SYRINGE SO BLEED
AND DISCUSS WHY WE WERE THRUST INTO THIS DREAM-LIKE WORLD
AND FREEDOM WHEN YOU LET GO OF YOUR WORLD TO THE OTHER SIDE
YOU SAY THIS IS NOT MY HOUSE AND THIS IS NOT MY WIFE
DRINK IT FROM THE LEFT CUP
THE CHALICE ONLY JESUS WOULD PICK
AND MALICE IN THE TIME BEFORE WE STEP UP
WHEN WE ASCEND WILL BE FORGOTTEN LIKE THE WRITING OF A PEN AND LOVERS
I WAS THROWN AND AS I FELL AS I FELL
I FLOATED THROUGH THE ESSENCE AND THE YEARS
WHEN ONE COUNTS ONE REALLY IS NOT COUNTING
BUT RATHER'S AWARE OF HIS AWaRENESS WHICH IS COUNTING
THEN I WOKE UP IN ANOTHER HOTEL, ANOTHER HOTEL,
ANOTHER HOTEL LIKE A BELL
PASSAGES AND ROOMS LEADING TO PASSAGES AND ROOMS
WITH NO MIRRORS NO WINDOWS NO DOORS LIKE A TOMB
THERE'S NO EXIT FROM THIS PLACE
ONLY TIME AND ONLY SPACE
FOR US TO TALK AWAY THIS TIMELESS TRIP
WHICH NEVER ENDS SO LET'S GET ON WITH IT
THEN I WOKE UP IN ANOTHER HOTEL, ANOTHER HOTEL,
ANOTHER HOTEL LIKE A BELL
PASSAGES AND ROOMS LEADING TO PASSAGES AND ROOMS
WITH NO MIRRORS NO WINDOWS NO DOORS LIKE A TOMB
THERE'S NO EXIT FROM THIS PLACE
ONLY TIME AND ONLY SPACE
FOR US TO TALK AWAY THIS TIMELESS TRIP
WHICH NEVER ENDS SO LET'S GET ON WITH IT
(THE ONLY MIRROR IN THIS LITTLE OLD SHOE
IS BROKE UPON THE FLOOR AMID SOME PILLS THAT WERE STREWN
WHAT'S MORE THE GLASS YOU TRACED UPON YOUR FACE IN A LAPSE
OF SANITY GOES WELL WITH YOUR PALE EYES THAT ARE TRAPPED
AND TOGETHER IN A SPELL DETACHING JUST LIKE WHEN WE FELL
PERHAPS WE CAN ESCAPE THESE TIME-CUFFED HANDS OF HELL
AND HOURS SPENT AS DADAISTIC FLASHES SO SUGGEST
THE LAST OF ALL SOLITAIRES, MY LAST HAPPINESS)