The Cockfighter

IT'S A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT

FROM HERE TO THOSE STARS

Feathers on the sides

Of my fingers

IT'S A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT

FROM HERE TO THOSE

TREMBLING STARS

And the feathers so

Fresh

And the nerves so

Fresh

Do you swear

The breastbone

Was bare

I saw it

And made my

Escape

Do you have

Any doubt

That he slept

In that bed

I can only

Repeat

I never saw

Him

Better listen

Before you fly

All over your

Man

Better listen

Before I spill

You in

If you could

Turn on your

Side

Move your touch

To that hip

Easy now

Easy now

It's a beautiful

Night

Garcia

A cigarette

For the

Prisoner

THAT RIBBON CRACKS

LIKE THIS ONE AND

THIS ONE CRACKS LIKE

THOSE OVER THERE AND

THOSE OVER THERE CRACK

LIKE THESE TWO

BRINGING THOSE STRUTTERS

BRINGING THOSE STRUTTERS

AND THAT ONE CRACKS

LIKE THESE DO AND

THESE DO JUST LIKE

THIS OVER HERE AND

THIS OVER HERE

And out on the rim

All the calcium planets

Growing in

The darkness

All over the

Body

The flapping body

Clickety click

Clickety

Click

I have a greenlight

For fifty thousand

It was the month of

July

We had more in or

Going out

You were responsible

For rolling stock

I can only repeat

I never saw him

In bed

Do you know what

Happened to most

Of the children

She opened the

Tent

To tame a morsel

Of air

Before the sun

Came up