Wind Phoenix

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