Stravinsky Says 2.

Well if the pimps outnumber the pigeons
the players still outnumber the nay sayers--
"living off your income" is the new encomium!

Bush baby wrinkles checking for ammo
in a dog day dawn all swathed in pink cammo,
devouring a Denny's Grand Slam Supremo--

The Institute of Pederastics
announced the Heat Death of Disco
at the moment the collected works on Columbia

could be traded for less than a light quarter of bunk,
two cartons of Newport Kings or 24 Yuengling (cans)
SOUTH of DC, post-production

thrown in for free.
No libretti, no maps, no phones--
they mostly just like to leave you alone

up to your hips in the microtones
till the cuneiform fits the uniform--
ears dragged bleeding backwards through blackberries

and dark chromatic woods
varnish through which a crystal set has played
for a hundred years on every other day.