Beat Park

when the little boy grinned in flames

pieces of me fell out from the air

walk to the right and talk in rings

no head one head two heads now

he said:  this could be amusing

a mellow afternoon of flame on

shame on slam on flame on

white steel

blots out the stars

take the next train to istanbul

don’t take mota better hide your mota

look at those turkish blood-and-thunder types

stay low be high flame on

paint a clock on your face just for the thrills

and hang yourself but then survive

i’m a leaping man an electric arc

truth out tune in flame on

white steel blots out the stars

down at the beat park

there’s a white light

down at the beat park

white light

come on down

to the beat park