Fred Frith 6

Fluidity guides me and
The subway keeps me strong
Music pouring out of every pore

Me a glass of prognosis positive
To paraphrase Bette Davis' acid remark
To George Brent in "Dark Victory"

While Geraldine Fitzgerald stared
And we giggled at life passing by
Beyond the television screens of infancy

Upon those ole playing fields of brick and gravel
Somewhere not too distant near Hackensack
Shouldering a generation of gridlock

These streets that are our hearts
Burn with a peculiar intensity
Familiar by infra-sound welts

Eye of the calm man and
Ordinary guy on the street
Whose silence is full of magnets

And a head rose flowerous
As the subway is not
Floating in our ow/n juices

Love is that burning flora
That drops no pineapples before
Their time matriculates me

Into the origin of petrified giggle
First amidst the bedlam of cool selves
Now take this plow and use it

As a toothbrush against decay
Hack away at those brain barnacles
Lift the weight of ignorance with music