Naked Footprints

it might have looked like a tree
but it was me
taking a massive dose
the universe is a process of digestion
from the east to the west coast
there's gangsters in our midst
playing cards with their schemes
slamming aces on the table
making holes in our dreams
and all i can do is groan
sinking to the bottom
and all i can do is moan
as i lay with open eyes
staring at your open thighs
at times thinking i was hypnotized
contemplating all that was sacred
on the fingers of my left hand
and it might have been marvelous
if only i could understand
naked footprints on the shifting sand
forcing my legs to work
as if it were midnight on the city street
and the fountains were silent
and i couldn't sleep
down like a dog across the doorway
staring at my crocodile
pursuing my own vision
against the Gods for another mile
and all i can do is groan
sinking to the bottom
and all i can do is moan
as i lay with open eyes
staring at your open thighs