is for the doctors.
and the dreams are for the teeming
the teams for sports and reams of courtroom papers
the gone ingrain sings long in training
a slim machine is freezing rain
and now i've got such
such a carefilled
brain it's almost broken each railroad tie
one neck one sends to the tracks
one brother never comes back
before the beating.
this code is doltish
and a coat i wear
to keep my skin suit
from coming up for air.
and the dry cleaners sing obla-living-on-a-de-da-prayer
just like new jersey's always sworn to go on
long past the thrill.