Exotic vision    Permanently red-light    Squinting for hours    Natural American spirit doctorate    Make love to inanimate objects    Pasteboard decked out in Ikea finery       Without use of a pole she swings    Her thighs clamped 'round infinity   In the eye of a maelstrom of Marlboro mail-order memorabilia    Rivers, mountains and smoking shirt jackets      I am his liver   I'm gray and decaying    My texture's a sidewalk    And Notre Dame's playing    Afternoon's wristwatch    Deposited in nightstand's drawer      If Jerry knew he'd build a marquee    And charge her silent watchers    And they'd pay in foreign-looking coins    That would turn to dust in his dresser, by morning, yeah       You're gaslighting me    I can see through the dusk beams    Walking with your fingers in splints, yeah       In her last moments I pined for times    When I could never have dreamed of being responsible    For the charred remains presently huffed by the most famous of    The celebrity teenage drug casualties    The wind the wind the wind the wind the wind the wind