Provavelmente.....

....."Awake, Shake dreams from your hair, My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day, The day's divinity, First thing you see. A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon, Couples naked race down by it's quiet side, And we laugh like soft, mad children, Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy, The music and voices are all around us. Choose they croon the Ancient Ones, The time has come again, Choose now, they croon, Beneath the moon, Beside an ancient lake, Enter again the sweet forest, Enter the hot dream, Come with us. Everything is broken up and dances...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, I'll tell you every place and person that I've 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 buttock scarred by a father's belt, She's trying to rise, Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games, Handsome lad, dead in a car, Confusion, No connections, Come 'ere, I love you, Peace on earth, Will you die for me? Eat me, This way, The end... I'll always be true, Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe, If you'll only show me Far Arden again. I'm surprised you could get it up, He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt, Haven't I been through enough? she asks, Now dressed and leaving, The Spanish girl begins to bleed, She says her period, It's 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...!!!".....