)Twin Rainbows(

Again, the world seems to be mad and beat:
all I can hear are the whispers of pain,
and the sunrise is pink fog in the street.

There's a broken crucifix at my feet.
The storm was dismissed by a hurricane.
Again, the world seems to be mad and beat.

I saw a black crow flying sixty feet
into the dawn. He didn't stop to explain.
And the sunrise is pink fog in the street.

The twin rainbows in the dawn sky task sweet,
but like ancient dye they will wash away.
Again, the world seems to be mad and beat.

You look like all the people I could meet,
but you left your hat behind just the same.
And the sunrise is pink fog in the street.

"My escape," you say sadly, "must be fleet."
A handshake, then the bus takes you away.
Again, the world seems mad and beat
and the sunrise is pink fog in the street.

10.May.1978 (revised)

At the Crow's Laugh Inn

At the Crow’s Laugh Inn
Dancers strobe by the bar
The electric body pulses
As the dealer smokes his fat cigar

Crow’s Laugh was founded in 1784
With ale and lager and wine
Now men hold each other
And form a chorus line

King George was the object
Of that ancient corvid’s scorn
Now women watch each other
Slow dance into the morn

Soon, the crow will be laughing
At another madman’s fall —
You’ll see my body moving
On the floor with the lovers all