Standing in Kinko's copy shop
Chopping flyers for the Anti-hoot
Cute girl asking me do I wanna enlarge
Charge or cash
Flash-back kicked
Licked my eyes like a big ol' reality dog
Fog robbed the scene of all civil rules
Fools and apes the other customers became
A reign of fantasy began and I wondered
How did I get to this point making flyers
for open-mike like I care about creating
yet another lame, brain-drain music game
And the consumers became mice running around
Computers and paper-cutters and I was on
No drugs just blindingly clear, sober, insanity

The day I went insane became a week
Bleak, sleek streets with no turns allowed
Cowed me onto Broadway, North Beach circus
Lust and blue mist kissed my trigger
I figured some nude dancers were in order
Borders I've never crossed needed exploding
So, in I slinked
Blinked in the raincoat dark
Heart hammering, dick chattering
In booth, window sliding and
Bam
Naked, giggling, watery women swimming on stage
Me, in cage, pumping
Quarters into slots
And
Oh, I'm hot and gone feeling stripped and barren
But cool, like I was finally free from the children's table

Cradle rocked I hit Vescuvio's Bar
And bum a Camel from Paul Kantor
Banter with afternoon drunks
Plunking more quarters into juke-box

Rocks with Sinatra and Gilberto Gil
Go up to balcony
Money a memory
Kick-back and smoke
Joke with blonde fire who knows poets I know
And she's real and not behind a glass
Fast talk and numbers swapped
I bop out and back to porn palace for another
Jerk while imagining it's the girl herself from
Vescuvio's, stroking as I watch
Crotch twitching
Wishing I was sex itself

The day I went insane was today
And I'm a mad, bad, sad, lad crouched inside my name and age
Raging at the nineties recovery zombies
Who threw me a life-saver of the wrong flavor
Behavior sanctioned into boxes too small for
my psychedelic soul and I want out
And I want to be demon and angel both
Don't divide me ! Don't divide me!
Don't divide me!