Listening to Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band

Part II. Credit Memo

You used me

like an ashtray heart

right from the start

c a s e o f t h e p u n k s

another day another why

somebody's had too much

to think

Part III.

T H A N K Y O U , G O D F O R S E N D I N G S O M E

T H I N G

G O O D

O

W

N

Whereas usually "You" are a bastard

- son of an epic bitch

= birthed by swine

- stains on blasphemous streets

today

maybe

"You" exist

Between the lines of reason and those of

blind faith

Maybe you are the Eye

rather than the God

within us.

Can you make light and turn the moon?

Can you shift into that plasmatic-spine

and drip drip drip

just as quick as you burn burn burm

and send rotten fumes?

for swallowing some anesthesia

Maybe I think He or She or It

is here.

Watching to hear,

making sense of things.

Part IV.

xxx

I N K A T E W E T R U S T xxx

PART IV.

She was turning white. Her eyes were turning white, I mean. She charted the skies with the night and lay the vessel upon the water to breath soft air. The blank man came across the bank to ask if she was crazy. She was turning red. She was turning red for a very long time, it felt like. Then after awhile she was turning blue, and everything was back to normal.

Oh that unsettling brightness that stirs within gets the shakes a shakin' and the axes a cutting away at some poor man.

Part V.

"Blessed are the meek. For they will inherit the earth [nothing]." Matthew: 5.5