crow jane from the wedding into the beast nest where wild man peter the greek & ambassador frenchy do primitive worship with hustling john from coney striking a pose & dancing the pink velvet-all dramatics & curiously belonging to the armenian hunchback resembling arthur murray who's very turned off & gets syphilis & crow jane, she gets the chilly blues watching but she speaks like a champion & she dont kid around "what you gonna do? i mean besides now is time for the good men promenade a party?" some plaintive woos in the twilight & throats ripping & laughing & fool's terror snapping like a tail & taking it in the ribs & bop music where south walls quivering & colliding bosoms & weigh the likes of maid marian's bandits & i repeat: two face minny, the army derelict/ christine, who's hung up on your forehead/ steve canyon Jones who looks like mae west in a closet/ screwy herman x, who looks like a closet/ jake the brown, who look like a forehead ...dino, the limping bartender, who steps in between Man Mountain Sinatra who looks like the boy next door & Gorging George, who has no last name ... all these & their agents & "how come you so smart crow jane?" & she say back "how come you wanna talk so colored? & dont call me no crow jane!" & superfreak pushing & shoving amazing totally amazing-"& i think i'm gonna do april or so is a cruel month & how you like your blue eyed boy NOW mr octopus?" when the four star colonels come in & every body says yankee doodle & plastered & some western union boy rides thru on a unicycle yelling "God save the secrets!' but is just coming on-he's mad & he's a horseshoe wizard - nobody cares tho & he's looking for the action & nobody cares about that either & he yells "help! " & two face minny screaming, swinging from a chandelier & goes to bless him you cant make nobody understand you too smart to think you know anything! not even john henry did that" crow jane jingle girl & she's a phantom & mouth like an oven she dances on a cake of islam & "dont tell someone what you know they already know. that makes them think that you just like them & you aint! " ...but then you take gwendeline, the different story & rides with lawrence o arabia & plays with her mercury-mumbling crummy world & "oh, the sadness! " ...she gets some horny foreigners' attention but mainly all the cool people continue drawin noses on robert frost books "why be crazy on purpose? say two face minny who's now on top the western union boy & steve canyon jones going off in the corner & crying "we aint never gonna get no messages that way! " ...crow jane, she got this talent for robbing hardware stores always being someplace at the wrong time but saying the right things "dont do your ideas-everybody's got those let the ideas do you & talk with melody & money tempt ideas & it cant get close to melody & take all the money you can get but dont hurt nobody" crow jane, she got class " above all else, be all else! "oh the nites with broken arcs, the backs of greensleeves & bruised film-homely & absurd with rhythm & it gets to you after a while ...a glass sidewalk meeting the cracker boy's soul & trees like fire hydrants standing in the path of the wooden horse & help mama! help those that cannot understand not to understand ... the cracker boy wears spiked shoes but his hands are bare/ peter & frenchy still dancing the cocktail tango-the hunchback being carried out ...honeymoon locked into footsteps of the riderless stallion/ rome falling with driving wishy washy half note-crawl with the blues feeling ...& the going daylight. crow jane say come, hang out her limelight ... there are green bullets in my throat/ i walk sloppily on the sun feeling them turn into yellow keys-i touch jane on the inside & i swallow'