The Cockfighter

ITS A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT
FROM HERE TO THOSE STARS
Feathers on the sides
Of my fingers
ITS 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
Its 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