On a hanging garden ——
———– [babylon seat]
————- [baby batters]
———————– [weak]
———- [hope you be great]
And the children have said their backbones
Will hurt you if you think
For there is a doll’s arm
Floating in the scum
And it’s calling you over
While it’s calling you a bum
And it beckons you to frown
And it beckons you to brown
And it thinks it’s found a
Chance to build another real
Motorcycle landscape
The only thing that watches there
———–[nails] are bloody red
On a ————————-
[come to] ———– are dead
All that we can read while
———- are girlie magazines
For their [jest] they’re save your wrapper
Girls aren’t in their teens
[billions can sleep while hold to]
[fields of meanless wire]
Do the kids in———————-
————- on the fire]
[though —— to marriage
[stabbed of broken bliss]
[shade ———————
[some them were] like this
For there is a doll’s arm floating in the scum
And it’s calling you over while it’s calling you a bum
Motorcycle landscape
