Throw off
those gimmicks
to the boys
let them
send it all up
in the air
there is
crouching and wailing
on stones
down here
we must freeze off
this ratmosphere
scraping out noise
across nite wires
runs - for the distant citys
there is never
a lock
in the fall
down here
as the
big full
pours away
in the shutout
in the shutout
how will we know
the great doll
something attacked
the earth last nite
with a
kick that man habit -
eye
cut the
sleep tight boys
who dreamed
and dreamed
of a city
like the sky
there were faces
bobbing in the heat
for some rising
from her zone
moving, hitting,
holding on
for the promise
to carry us home
in the shutout
in the shutout
never a lock
in the fall
in the shutout
in the shutout
how will we know
the great doll