text: Angels and sailors
  Rich girls, backyard fences, tents
  Dreams watching each other narrowly
  Soft luxuriant cars
  Girls in garages, stripped
  Out to get liquor and clothes
  Half gallons of wine and six packs of beer
  Jumped, humped, born to suffer
  Made to undress in the wilderness
  I will never treat you mean
  Never start no kind of scene
  Ill tell you
  Every place and person that Ive been
  Always a playground instructor
  Never a killer
  Always a bridesmaid
  On the verge of fame or over
  He manuevered two girls
  Into his hotel room
  One a friend
  The other, the young one
  A newer stranger
  Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican
  Poor boys thighs and buttocks
  Scarred by a fathers belt
  Shes trying to rise
  Story of her boyfriend
  Of teenage stoned death games
  Handsome lad, dead in a car
  Confusion
  No connections
  Come here
  I love you
  Peace on earth
  Will you die for me?
  Eat me
  This way
  The end
  Ill always be true
  Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe
  If youll only show me Far Arden again
  Im surprised you could get it up
  He whips her lightly, sardonically with belt
  Havent I been through enough? she asks
  Now dressed and leaving
  The Spanish girl begins to bleed;
  She says her period
  Its Catholic heaven
  I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck
  My chest is hard and brown
  Lying on stained, wretched sheets
  With a bleeding virgin
  We could plan a murder
  Or start a religion