OH THE PRETTY LITTLE GIRL, ON EASTER'S DAY
BY A BRIGHT CENTER FOUNTAIN, CONSENTED TO PLAY
HELD AN EASTER STAR, VERY CLOSE TO HER HEART
STEPPING BACK FROM THE FOUNTAIN
SO AS NOT TO BE HARMED BY THE SPRAY
THERE SHE DID PLAY
TOLD HER TOY RABBIT TO SMILE, FOR A POOR MAN'S CHILD
CAN ALSO BE LOVED BY A RAIN FROM ABOVE
GLISTENING SPRAY
AND THE SOLDIERS ON LEAVE FROM THE SHIP GENEVIEVE
WITH THEIR ALL SHINING BUTTONS AND NEWLY PRESSED SLEEVES
TAKING PICTURES THAT DAY OF THE EASTER PARADE
THEY STOOD WATCHING THE CLOWNS WHO WERE GATHERED ABOUT
PRETTY GIRLS, NOW WATCHING THEM SWIRL
TOLD ONE ANOTHER TO LAUGH, MAYBE LIVE TO FORGET
ALL THE MEMORIES OF DEAD SWIRLING LEAVES SEEN FROM THE SHIP GENEVIEVE
NOBODY SEES BUT QUEEN MERKA & ME
AND SHE IS SITTING BENEATH A TREE
86TH STREET 11 PM IN THE EVENING TIDE
AND THE LITTLE GIRL HIPPIE, THE QUEEN OF VIRGINITY
SAYS FOR HER LOVER SHE HAS AN AFFINITY
HER HAIR SWINGS WITH EASE, IT TRIPS IN THE BREEZE
SHE COMES TO THE FOUNTAIN AND SAYS WOULD YOU PLEASE MOVE AROUND, I SHOULD
LIKE TO SIT DOWN
PAINTING HER MIND WITH A FLASK
READJUSTING HER MASK, SHE'S A VIRGIN QUEEN WHO'S DONE EVERYTHING, AND A BIT MORE
AND THE GREAT STONED HASH EATER, THE CHILDLESS WIFE BEATER
HE WALKS WITH HIS BOYFRIEND ON INTO THE SPRAY SAYING I LOVE
YOU BABE, WALKING DOWN TOWARDS THE PAVEMENT AND LOCKING,
EMBRACING AS THOUGH TO SAY "I DON'T CARE, I LOVE HIM MORE THAN HER" HE MAKES
HIS WAY DOWN, TO THE CENTER
OF TOWN WHERE A FOUNTAIN OF LAW REPEATS WORD HE HAS THOUGHT - NO LOVE IS NOT WRONG
NOBODY SEES BUT QUEEN MERKA & ME
AND SHE IS SITTING BENEATH A TREE
86TH STREET 11 PM IN THE EVENING TIDE
AND THE DIRTY OLD MAN, HE WALTZED OUT THAT DAY
HE'S A PERMANENT FIXTURE A SIDEWALK DISPLAY
HE'S GOT VERY STRANGE HABITS, LIKE MAKING PASSES
AND HE SMILES WITH HIS DENTURES AS THE FOUNTAIN SPRAY
PASSES HIS CROWN, IT'S ALL PART OF THE MERRY-GO-ROUND
THINKS TO THEM THAT'S BEHIND, SORT OF WISHING THAT LIFE
COULD BE A BIT MORE FAIR, NOW HE'S LOSING HIS HAIR
THERE GOES HIS SEX APPEAL
AND WHAT OF THE FOUNTAIN, OH IT OVERFLOWS
DROWNING ALL THE PEOPLE IN THEIR BEST EASTER CLOTHES
LAUGHINGLY, KNOWINGLY, IT'S UNIFYING ALL OF THE PEOPLE ASSURED
THEY WERE DYING, TEPPERED, BOUND BY WATER TOGETHER
THEY CITY'S TOGETHER AT LAST, BUT THE MOMENT HAS PASSED
THEY ALL WALK AWAY, FAR FROM THE SPRAY, GOING THEIR SEPARATE WAYS
NOBODY SEES BUT QUEEN MERKA AND ME,
AND SHE IS SITTING BENEATH A TREE, 86TH
STREET, 11 PM IN THE EVENING TIDE.