My atrophy 

had a name 

a sign

   a letter

               Bleeker street

                       never shot heroin

like a named atrophy

But that's neither here nor there

Sleeping all summer

On a sidewalk 

          Near MacDougall st 

         -The famous cafe

       the famous comedy place

     That great pizza place

                          The not so good Chinese restaurant 

They were all in attendance

When they scooped me up

and whisked me away

    Upstate they called it

 

 Chilly

    "blustery"

not what you'd expect

Moments of Grand Canyons

Dead Horse Canyon

   Not what you'd expect 

from the pamphlets

Left out in the backyard, 

   But you assumed a stack of books

by Paul Bowles would 

  be enough

   So you dreamt of The Casbah

and Tangiers 

  and insane acid singing

Calls to prayer

   at 5 am 

Like a Tom waits 

  Mullah or something

 

 Shades of control

      punitive

Hell yes

  The marginalization is pulpable 

Do  I want no pulp

slight pulp

Hamms 

Or heavy pulp 

   Heavily culpable

Mea Culpa

  Semmelweis 

Celine 

You never wash your hands

The baby died long ago

 Carousing

       MEATYARDS

like ignoble

and bi-worthy 

        self-cided

               centrifuges

       miniature like crones

and aerial diseases

          

 

 

 She loves it all

 

Say what you will

About Iowa City

      It's not Brooklyn

     But free childcare

ain't nothing 

 Stone-yyyy

            Weather

Yyyyyyy

Xxxxx cc 

PS SEE YOU IN SPRING

     there's no rain  

       for teleo

Two years 

I heard you gave up!

Well you never even tried!

No affection

No love 

What could I do?

 Catch &

release

the 

Swaybacked 

        Owl ma

    Her eyes 

    Are watching

          at night

      as you wander 

    the arroyo

       small boats

       and a dog

          Mice scamper

        ground squirrels are standing 

on their two back legs

          as a woman drowns

 beneath her teenage son

In the lake

of no return

 

 Climactically Jane

Unloaded her Bosnian RZ-96k

into a pre-cadaver of healthcare

Misanthropes and stolen Lamborghinis 

It was a shame really

Dead 

Death

Everywhere

Where's the profit margin?

 

 

 

 Casualties

afoot 

breathing barley 

Life in Barleyworn 

Barleycorn haystax 

blood draining

from your whitened face

eyes bulging

like a congenital affliction

not just Rolf's gf accusations

Or marmots chirping in a city backyard

Oh you won't come out at 3 am

To help a marmot

It ain't no fucking raccoon

ACO MY ASS

YOU FUCK

 

 

 Cashed it in

For nothing

No hopes

No dreams 

You started pretty good

But the horse pulled up lame 

You in your silks busted on the turf

Blood in your eyes

Head cracked open

You pulled yourself up

Legs like rubber

"I'm good"