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 manouvered 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 rie    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.