Untitled 3 (Everything Crawls) lyrics

“i could make you crawl
if I was payin attention”
he said munchin a sandwich
in between chess moves
“what d you wanna make
me crawl for?”
“i mean i just could”
“could make me crawl”
“yeah, make you crawl!”
“humm, funny guy you are”
“no, i just play t win,
that’s all”
“well if you cant win me,
then you’re the worst player
i ever played”
“what d you mean?”
his jaw tightened an he took a deep breath
“hummm, now i gotta beat you”

straight away an into the ring
juno takes twenty pills an
pants all day. life he says
is a head kinda thing, outside
of chicago, private life come down
junkie nurse home heals countless
common housewives strung out
fully on drugstore dope, legally
sold t help clean the kitchen.
lenny bruce shows his seventh
avenue hand-made movies, while a
bunch of women sneak little white
tablets into shoes, stockings, hats
an other hidin places. newspapers
tell neither. irma goes t israel
an writes me that there, they
hate nazis much more n we over here
do. eichmann dies yes, an west
germany sends eighty-year-old
pruned-out gestapo hermit off t
the penitentiary. in east berlin
renata tells me that i must wear
tie t get in t this certain place
i wanna go. back here, literate
old man with rebel flag above
home sweet home sign says he won’t
vote for goldwater. “talks too
much, should keep his mouth shut”
i walk between backyards an see
little boy with feather in his hair
lyin dead on the grass, he gets
up an’ hands feather t another
little boy who immediately falls
down. “it’s my turn t be the good
guy . . . take that, redskin” bang bang.
henry miller stands on other side
of ping pong table an keeps
talkin about me. “did you ask
the poet fellow if he wants
something t drink” he says t
someone gettin all the drinks.
i drop my ping pong paddle
an look at the pool. my worst
enemies don’t even put me down
in such a mysterious way.
college student trails me with microphone an tape machine.
what d you think a the communist
party? what communist party?
he rattles off names an numbers.
he can’t answer my question. he
tries harder. i say “you don’t
have t answer my question” he
gets all squishy. i say
there’s no answer t my question
any more n there’s an answer t
your question. ferris wheel runs
in california park an the sky trembles.
turns red. above hiccups an pointed
fingers. i tell reporter lady that yes
i’m monstrously against the house
unamerican activities commitee
an also the cia an i beg her please
not t ask me why for it would take
too long t tell she asks me about
humanity an i say i’m not sure
what that word means. she wants me
t say what she wants me t say. she
wants me t say what she
can understand. a loose-tempered fat
man in borrowed stomach slams wife
in the face an rushes off t civil
rights meeting. while some strange
girl chases me up smoky mountain
tryin t find out what sign i am.
i take allen ginsberg t meet fantastic
great beautiful artists an no trespassin
boards block up all there is t see.
eviction. infection gangrene an
atomic bombs. both ends exist only
because there is someone who wants
profit. boy loses eyesight. becomes
airplane pilot. people pound their
chests an other people’s chests an
interpret bibles t suit their
own means. respect is just a misinterpreted word
an if Jesus Christ himself came
down through these streets, Christianity
would start all over again. standin
on the stage of all ground, insects
play in their own world. snakes
slide through the weeds. ants come an
go through the grass. turtles an lizards
make their way through the sand. everything
crawls. everything . . .
an everything still crawls