I'm trying

Okay?

But it ain't easy

Repetitive days and 

Dreary nights 

I keep

Tryin 

But 

Fuck 

It

Okay?

 

 

 Scurvy

 Toes

 and 

Ramsey 

      does

     and   

         little 

       lambsy 

         divey 

Th e 

Sun

   Is out!

OUT!

  The Bo Sheep

     at 

   42nd 

   st

    Shakin

   down 

Overcoat

      salesman

      And shooting 

   Morphine 

    Caplets 

        Watch

     The 

     CAR!

 Hahahahahaha

Don't laugh

It's fucking saints who should be shot

Motherfuckers

They're dead as dead can be 

They just don't know it

"I'm closer to God than you!"

Nah yer a freakin joker

- close to the maggots 

Of the Earth-

Actually maggots are better than you

- but don't tell them 

 I don't have a chance

Not a shot

at beating the odds 

But who does?

- No one

the last hand will be played-

- but no one bets it all----

Why would you?

 

 Cream

a frosty 

  Retort

    To 

The 

Broken

   and 

Washed 

Up 

   vagrants

In 

   Giddyup

    Botanicals

    And 

Last 

Years

Best 

shoes

Nobody

Cares   

About 

  The pains

She 

suffered

  Go 

AWAY

LEAVE US BE

to be awful 

   and so forth

 

 I expanded 

My horizons

Like a nowhere

To a nothing

Sank your yacht

and weighed in at 183

Newspapers wanted to know 

How I did it

Easy I said just kill the tiger

That killed you

We split up in the Casbah

"Go your way, DONT TAKE MY ADVICE!"

You slept on a waterbed

and the Call to Prayer

sounded like a mentally unstable person 

In a mental institution 

howling crying hysterically laughing

 I'm tired & old

My 1975 Marvel comics days 

are long gone

riding the BART bus to Hayward

with Orton

headed to BERKELEY

TELEGRAPH AVENUE

people at tables on the sidewalk 

selling leather belts

Belt buckles

macrame plant holders

Jimi Hendrix film-a-thon 

Three for the price of one

Jimi

Jimi plays Berkeley 

Rainbow Bridge

I wasn't even that big of a Hendrix fan

But we sat through all three

 

 Nobody loves me

I'm tired and old

and I quit drinking

So now I sit around 

And write shit poetry

and make shit paintings

But it pays the bills 

(No it doesn't)

 

I'm tired and old

and I drink too much coffee

and look at young women 

On the street

Ho hum

Somethings gonna snap

I swear to god

SNAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!!

 Nobody loves me

I'm tired and old

but I'm

Better than you

 Truth

breathes fire

Shits lies

Eats Catsup

Buys yer ma a flower

Truth

Doesn't know shit

Bout nobody

Just sits and waits 

Like Abraham Lincoln's sister

Truth 

Tells stories

About the sky

And the rain 

And the way you stack in nobodies mind

Truth is a mirage

A conundrum 

An enigma

A way to go

 

 Stoned

&

batty-

                 Sidewalk synopsis 

       street sweeper

      leaves of autumn

         In February 

     Rocks in snowballs

In Washington Square

Jazz band is gone

Chess players gone

Where did they go?

     Where does anyone go?

                 To the Moon!

 Creep! 

Who me?

I'm just Mmm

Regular guy!

Just your regular creep! 

Okay have it your way