text: TW: She drove a big ol Lincoln with suicide doors and a sewing machine
  In the back
  KN: Thousand bing bangs near the end. Nothings ever what it was
  TW: And a light bulb that looked like an alligator egg was mounted up
  Front on the hood
  KN: Had myself a kind of brainstorm. Took a table spoon of buzz
  TW: And she had a tattoo gun that shed made herself from a cassette
  Motor and a guitar string
  KN: X-ray eyes can see right through me. Naked thought, put on your
  Clothes
  TW: And she always had leaves in her hair
  KN: You hear that funny laughing? Just the caw of ancient crows
  TW: And she cut two holes in the back of her dress, cause she had these
  Scapular wings
  KN: Somewhere near the raveled edges, by the pool of Think-a-Bit
  TW: And they were covered with feathers and electrical tape, and when
  She got good and drunk she would sing
  KN: Once again the notion hits me: Half is quite a bit of wit
  TW: About Elkhart, Indiana, where the wind is tall and folks mind their
  Own business
  KN: Power up that upper story. Ten percent is all you use
  TW: And she had a hundred old baseballs that shed taken from kids, and
  She collected bones of all kinds
  KN: Take a flight of simple fancy. Youre the one who has to choose
  TW: And she lived in a trailer under the bridge, and she made her own
  Whiskey and gave cigarettes to kids
  KN: Okay. All right for you. Look into the tigers eye
  TW: And shed been struck by lightning seven or eight times, and she
  Hated the mention of rain
  KN: See if you can see the desert. Pour a drink, my throat is dry
  TW: And she made up her own language and she wore rubber boots. She
  Could fix anything with string
  KN: Poetry aint gonna catch me. Climb up this high plateau
  TW: And her lips were like cherries, and she was stronger than any man
  And she smelled like nutmeg and piss
  KN: Finish up what you were thinking, just a day or so ago
  TW: And she put mud on a bee sting I got at the crick, and she gave me
  My very first kiss
  KN: Illustrate for visionaries: Go buy a doodle pad. Basically