Close Your Eyes

In Dreams I see
Cops
on fire
and poor Kennedy running down the black
Sticky pavement
Blood running out of his mouth
And his devout Catholic hair
blown all over the street
The whole country is
dripping tears
all over the TV screen
All the prisons are burning down
In my dreams
And all the philosophers are
Growing Hoarse
From yelling
Mad Songs to the dusty shelves
Of History