JACK:
You got to give up
what you don't want
to get what you do
HIS FRIENDS:
What will we ever do
with you?
JACK & PARROT:
Rawalpindi blues
JACK:
Fountain lions fighting
for the view
lonelier fish
in hats
Parrots so green
they make the sky seem
blue.
Look in my eyes.
HIS FRIENDS:
And let me stay away
from you.
JACK & PARROT:
Rawalpindi blues
Breakneck teeth
baby-faced finger
pretending an end
a mockery of Ginger
in a gooey robe.
It's again it's
again it's
again.
'Jack's traveling band'
Nurses dying their hair
don't care
if the horse it locked
the house still there.
It doesn't seem
to matter to them
the traces
of horses
and pineapple
and cheese
and stiff caterpillars
on crackers
kept track
in a field
by an informant monkey
smoking eel
in the middle
of a lake
his treading eyes
the chemical surprise
between day and night
so late there is light
at the edge of the lake.
Bullfrogs are
having their throats
cut.
You pick hysterically
at your memory.
O Rawalpindi!
JACK:
When we were alone
when she'd grab me
by my wishbone
as though
as though it alone
were real
Ginger'd wish
and we'd win
and the bone
would come true.
HIS FRIENDS & DESERT WOMEN:
What will we ever do
with you?
What will we ever do
with you?
What will we ever do
with you?
'desert band'
SAND SHEPHERD:
[again]